so yeah, as i said, crossover. the brother and i in a foreign country together. etc. am in belize now blogging from a highly dubious connection which may go at any moment, so pictures, as always, will come later. also, you have probably already missed part I from your slovenliness, so please go here to learn about why you should not get drunk and start beatboxing on a plane.
it's apparently not tourist season, which is what we wanted, but also means that a lot of places in the city are (more) deserted (than usual) and pretty scary after dark, which comes sooner than you think. on the way to dinner, we encountered george the coconut seller, a wiry dark-skinned fellow standing opposite the MIRAB, and had a conversation that started as one might expect (when did you get into town? how long are you here for? what are you going to do?). then quickly devolved into: obama may be better than bush, but he's still only one motherfucker*, and one motherfucker can't change the world; there is a higher power, whether you call him god, allah or whatever, names are merely a culture construction, all religions are one, and so forth. the sun began to set, and we chatted, and got a free coconut each from george, who took his time hacking each one open in between bouts of his epistemological soliloquies. afterwards, the brother commented that his philosophy was somewhat rastafarian, but a quick wikicheck shows that most of those dudes believe in a named God: jah, so i guess in the words of madness, george was one step beyond.
the coconuts weren't very good, though.
* we too, got addressed this way mulitple times; the brother and i figured that it's just a term of endearment.
View from Martha's Guest House
The city from across the bay
To the lighthouse
>Food stalls (mostly closed). Bought tacos from one and didn't die!
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