My head
is swirling with various impressions of these last two days of
travel. We are seasoned travellers, but I'm culture shocked once
again. After months in the comfort of our own home, we are serving once more. Not On Wheels this time, but at the YWAM base in
Belize, on the Yucatan peninsula. The base itself is on the
Ambergris Caye (read 'key') in the middle of nowhere. Our trip
entailed two flights, punctuated by an overnight stay in Houston, TX,
then a twenty minute flight in a 14 seater Cessna to get to the
island.
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Aerial view of Ambergris Caye |
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My pillow and I |
Our wheeled suitcases bumped along rough cobbled streets to
get to the water taxi dock. It must have been at least 30°
C in the midday heat; “feels like 35°”.
Why did we not get a taxi to this spot? Walking “across town” had
been recommended to us. Four blocks, or half a mile, didn't seem
like too far. I thought my head would split with the heat and
exertion.
So far
we've been mostly left alone to get settled in our little casita with
a view of the beach.
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Our Casita |
We haven't had The Tour yet, so all we've seen
are clusters of these little cabins, a swimming pool, a rustic
kitchen, the outside eating area, and the small beach. We don't yet
know what we'll be doing, although it looks as though the physical
needs are great at this ancient, peeling, rusting resort. Getting
settled involves trying to decide where to put stuff with no hooks,
hangers (there were only five) or towel bars. We were
instructed to bring sheets, pillows and sleeping bags. One of us
brought a pillow. It seemed inconvenient to lug it on and off all
those flights, when you're supposed to have only one personal item
along with your carry-on. I'm glad to have mine, though. Our
'sleeping bags' are actually mere fleece liners we had bought to use
in Slovakia one summer, where the nights were also hot and humid. I
wish we had brought a top sheet, but the thin blanket felt good,
while Terry used no blanket. It was more useful to him under his
head.
The
bed is comfortable and the bathroom, rustic. The toilet goes through
its burbling cycle eventually, however, as long as you are “gentle
and kind” to it, as the sign says. There is water that comes from
our very own shower. How it heats up has yet to be determined.
“The
quicker you embrace your new situation, the easier it will be,”
said one wise staff member.
“Excellent
advice,” I think to myself as I try to find my way in this new
space.
Wow. Have a great time and then get back to SOWER's..
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