Flores was a great stop-over, but we really didn't give ourselves much time there. We were able to wander around a local fair that was in town. We found the town square and watched the locals. And then we watched the second half of the Patriots/Colts game. Well, I guess it was the Patriots' game. The Colts didn't really show up, did they?
This morning we got up and found some juevos rancheros and frijoles for breakfast. Flores streets are full of the mini-taxis they call trikes in the Philippines or tuk-tuks in Thailand. Little three wheel cabs set on a motorcycle chassy. We grabbed one of them to the bus station at Santa Elena. It was quick enough to find a collectivo going to the border, so we piled in for 30 quetsales (about 4 dollars) and started the bumpy ride back to Belize. No one had to stop to urinate. A big plus for sure.
The bus dropped us off about a 10 minute walk from the border so we hoofed it. There was supposed to be a 20 quetsales fee to leave the country, but the lady apparently couldn't be bothered and waved us through. We swapped what was left of our quetsales for Belizian dollars and looked for a taxi. The taxis at the border prey on tourists. They charged about triple the going rate to take you to town to catch the bus. I told Basilio, let's just walk. We'll probably find a taxi along the way thqt will take us for a lot less. About 10 minutes later a cab pulled up and offered us a ride. How much to the bus station? 5 Belizian dollars. About $2.50. I said yes, then he asked us where we were taking the bus. San Ignatio. He would take us ther for 20 Belizian dollars. It cost a bit more than taking the bus, but was pretty simple to pay him and go. I listened to Basilio chat with the driver in Spanish until I got bored trying to follow the conversation and read the rest of the way.
We are back at the same hotel as a couple of nights ago. The laundry we left was cleaned and folded when we arrived. We went back to a place we liked before for lunch and then walked to the top of a hill to get some cheesecake from a place we heard did it right. It did not disappoint.
As we were walking back to the hotel, I saw a little shack with a sign that said it was a barber shop. It was about a 10 foot square open air room with a barber chair and a mirror. The barber was sitting on the front step. I asked him what he'd charge for a haircut. 7 belizian dollars. Woe! My barber charges $20 and those are American dollars. I thought Basilio would want to go on back to the hotel, but he said he'd hang with me. The barber got busy on my hair. Trimmed it up nicely. He asked if barbers have to go to school in the states. I told him I thought you could still apprentice. He said, In Belize you just practice until you think you are good enough and then open your shop. Don't tell my barber, but I think I got at least as good a haircut for $3.50 American as I normally pay $20. I asked if he could trim up my beard. He did, then ran across the street to buy some razor blades. He came back and trimmed up my neck and beard with a naked razor blade. Yikes. But, no cuts, knicks, or fouls. I gave him 10 belizian dollars.
Basilio wanted to relax a little after that, so we came back ot the hotel. I read a little while, then decided to check email.
I haven't taken any pictures today so I don't see any being posted to this session. Sorry, a little boring, I know. Tomorrow we are planning on going cave tubing and will probably do the nearby zip lines as well. Should be fun.