So pretty in pink, the roseate spoonbills returned to the island with the rain and subsequent boom in tadpoles, larvae and mosquitoes. These foragers were photographed in our front yard, right near the main road.
Normally a grassy — if rough — lawn, the area turns into a rather large pond this time of year and draws scores of different species of birds, the most fascinating to me being the spoonbills.
We have been enjoying some interesting days lately.
Last night at dusk, Rose and I sat on the edge of our dock with glasses of wine and watched these guys deliver a load of lumber to a neighbor who is rebuilding his pier and restaurant.
The sailboat brought in the lumber and off-loaded it to the skiff, which was then poled into shore across the shallows. Man, that was hard labor.
The water was uncommonly still, as was the air. Even the constant murmur of waves tumbling over the barrier reef was muted.
Meanwhile, pelicans were diving into the water around us, like kamikaze bombers in pursuit of the sardines so thick that, for a brief moment, the sea looked like it was coming to a boil.
These birds are the most graceless hunters I have ever seen.
It is a barely controlled plunge which almost sends them ass over teakettle, were it not for their wings breaking momentum on the water surface. Sometimes they come up with a fish, more often they do not.
Just thought I’d share some of the life on the end of the pier.
My friends Rodney and Wayo were enjoying a quiet night at Wayo’s eponymously named beach bar in the Boca del Rio neighborhood of San Pedro, Belize. Typical off-season night. Nobody else around.
Except for Rodney’s little dog, Miss Pearl.
Miss Pearl is like an appendage to Rodney, himself a burly good old boy from Texas. If Miss Pearl isn’t sitting quietly at his feet, the Jack Russell Terrier is perched contentedly on his shoulder. Where Rodney goes, Miss Pearl goes.
“I think we should go club hopping,” mused Wayo, while closing up his bar.
So Rodney, Wayo and Miss Pearl piled into Rodney’s golf cart and headed into town.
Naturally, after stops like the Latino Club, they ended up at the biggest nightclub in town, Jaguar’s across from Central Park. Read the rest of this entry »
San Pedro’s deputy mayor Gary Greif stepped into the cool shadows of the Holiday Hotel lobby shortly after the end of the Independence Day Jump-up Parade on Sunday.
It was hot out there. And it had been a long and exhausting march for all. (See photos and read about the parade here.)
But Gary was excited: “We’re on our way to Central Park. There’s going to be a big surprise there in about 10 minutes! Don’t miss it.” Read the rest of this entry »
San Pedro finally pulled off its annual Independence Day Jump-Up Parade on Sunday. Some badly timed — but badly needed — rain pushed back the parade but all that pent up energy came out in a glorious explosion of music, color and bodily motion and marchers danced and preened their way from Boca del Rio to Central Park under a gloriously blue Belize sky.
It was hot, hot hot.
Parades just bring out the best in Ambergris Caye — the most adorable children, the most loving parents and families, the most beautiful dancers (male and female) and the most uninhabited enthusiasm of those who watch and cheer. Read the rest of this entry »
If the answer to all of life’s difficult questions is “Belize,” then why don’t some expats succeed here, while others do?
It is not unusual to say goodbye to someone on whom we were about to bestow with Belize-friend-for-life status. More and more, it becomes clear that if you want to be here for the long-haul you have to behave more like a Rolling Stone than a Beatle. Read the rest of this entry »
Here is the view from our deck on Sunday morning as we were about to receive our first significant rain in months. It mostly poured on Monday, Belize’s Independence Day, which was supposed to be celebrated here with a big, colorful, joyous parade.
The Jump Up Parade been postponed until Saturday.
This is around 11:30 a.m. on Sunday, Sept. 20, 2015. The sky was gray-black until this little light hole opened ever so briefly. It has been overcast and raining since then, until Tuesday afternoon.
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This is the same sky this morning, Sept. 23, 2015, the first day of Fall on Ambergris Caye. It is true that our trees don’t change color but our skies certainly do!
Happy Autumn, every one!
Two weeks before Rose and I moved to Belize I was still in need of a pair of sandals.
I’d always been more of a running shoes kind of guy. Never sandals.
Out on the road nearly every day, I would grind a pair of running shoes down in a matter of a few months. Then they would become my regular walking shoes until the raggedness and odor were too much. At which point they would come to rest on the floor of my closet, sometimes for years. I’d also use them as hiking shoes, bicycling, water socks, dress shoes, work shoes and casual footwear. My feet were so happy in running shoes. Read the rest of this entry »
Don’t you just love this question: When is the last time you did something for the first time?
How would you answer it? Read the rest of this entry »