Friday was gray. Muggy. Windless. Wet.
Shortly after the rain began, the lights went out. With startling efficiency, a sign went up downstairs: “BEL: Emergency power outage. Power restored at 6:30 p.m.”
Belize Electricity Limited (no jokes about the “limited” please) has been reconfiguring part of the island grid recently and powered down the whole island last Sunday for a few hours. This is the first rain in weeks, so the timing is interesting.
The security guard said the outage is island-wide.
“There will be no music when I get home,” he said with an affable grin, suggesting it wasn’t all that big a crisis.
“You could sing,” I said back matching his smile.
“That would be boring without the music,” he said.
It is only 4:30 p.m. so I walked down the road to the nearest market and bought a $1 lighter for the array of candles on our dining room table. You never know. 6:30 easily becomes 7 then 9 then … well, then to bed because what else can you do?
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I must be turning into an island pessimist. The power was back on before 6 p.m.
Then off again. Briefly.
Rose and I pedaled into town for a glass of wine at Wine de Vine then over to Carlos and Ernie’s Runway Bar where the talented Tull was singing to a near empty house. He is a machine, playing where ever he can plug in his guitar. And good too!
He came over to say hello and we chatted a bit about the local music scene. Our friends John and Rose also stopped in. We’re at that point where we almost expect to run into people we know when we step out to go to yoga or shopping or dining or for a drink.
The people are that friendly here and the island is that small. Twenty five miles long and three roads wide (in town only).
This morning Rose said “Run away with me!”
“Which way do you want to go?” I replied. “North or south?”
Instead, we’re going for fish sandwiches after yoga.