My suspicions have been confirmed: sleeping in the jungle is not an easy endeavor. Also, fun fact: roosters do not only crow in the mornings.
Woke up in the treehouse early in the morning (slash unclear if I even slept at all) brushed our teeth outside in the jungle and carried on our way. The owner of the lodge, a serious surfer dude (jungle dude..?) offered to drive us into town to catch the bus and we graciously accepted. He showed us to the car, Avital took the backseat and I was therefore chosen to sit in the front. I walked over to the passenger side and opened the door. Our jungle friend said [insert surfer voice] "dude, you planning on driving?" I looked in the car and sure enough, the wheel was on the passenger side. Now you may be wondering if Belize is one of those places where they drive on the left side of the road. No it is not...his wheel was actually on the wrong side of the car.
Nevertheless, we made it in time for our 3 hour bus ride across the country. And when I say bus ride, I mean big-yellow-school-bus-painted-green-with-squished- standing-room-only kind of bus ride. Luckily there was a stop around an hour in where other people got off and we sat down.
Have I mentioned that there is fantastic 90's music playing everywhere we go? Fantastic as in Bbmak/Savage Garden/Hit Me Baby One More Time fantastic. It's like my ideal playlist continuously playing in the background soundtrack of my life. At some point on the bus ride, I turned off my iPod because the music was actually better than my own.
We got off the bus and made it to the water taxi for our 2 hour ride. Before we got on, we "checked" our bags and boarded the tiny little speed boat that they called our ferry. The boat had 2 stops and we were getting off at the last one. When we arrived at our destination after hours of traveling, we went to pick up or bags only to find that they were not on the cart with all the bags. Turns out our bags got off at the stop before ours and were currently chilling on a different island. Alone. No big deal...not like there was anything important in there...like my passport or anything... The men who worked there were very kind and an hour and a half later, we had both of our bags and were good to go in our new (what feels like a 5 star) hotel for the weekend. This hotel has mini shampoo and conditioners, which is how you know it's actually legit.
We attempted to make wacky mac with no burner (i.e. using hot water from the sink and a disposable tin). Note to anyone who thinks this might work: it doesn't. Not to worry, we had excellent wraps with all kinds of things we bought from the market.
Shabbat was beautiful and included lots of bananagrams, reading by the pool and long walks on the beach. We made kiddish and havdalah on plain vodka. Note to self: next time bring grape juice.
Next on the agenda is snorkeling, kayaking and moving to our next hotel. No idea what's in store but stay tuned.
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