belize it or not they dont want us in dangriga no mo!

so belize.... its kind of crazy. Belize is a interesting cultural salad; originally latin, lots of africans migrated thanks to the brits, they are the ´indigenous people´of belize... i supose they exist and they are called garifuna, then more imigrants from asia, then, and i think this is most recent, imigrants from india, oh yeah and german menonites have been there for ages too, and they have rastafarian acents just like everyone else.... and there are some mayans and latin people too. Now I dont want you to think that Belize is not mostly english speaking dark skined caribs.... im just not sure about ´garifuna´we were told by lonley planet that the garifuna still drummed and dressed traditionaly, they were suposed to be in guatemala, honduras and definetly belize.... however tradition dress did not happen, and megan and i think that when they see us they stop drumming. The people in la moskitia were most likely garifuna... not that they would know it. but actually I´m getting ahead of myself. We started our journey in orange walk, we got of the bus and were imediatly flung into a parade for a mayoral canadate. They are very enthusiastic about their politics.... later we would hear the election time song... among my favorites. we checked into our shity ´concrete box with scorching hot water´as lonley planet called it and then ate some shitty chinese food. then we were sold the exact tour we were looking for off the street, slowly we realized that our tour guide was really into me but luckily I was able to evade him. We took the long boat ride down the river to the ruins, and they were pretty cool, but honestly I think im ruined out after tikal... oh shit i dint write about that yet... tikal was friken huge, and awesome, and really exspensive... anyways after the tour we returned to our hotel with the cute asian couple with the two fluffy dogs. and the next morning we left for dangriga. I knew dangriga would be cool because we listened to reggae the whole way on the chicken bus. we got there and we saw some more houses on stilts and some creole food that we had never heard of. I convinced megan that we should totally eat from the shack on the side of the road.. we at garnaches ( corn chips with cheses and coleslaw and katchup) and sorel juice, and a burito like no latin burito ive had. we asked our hostile about garifuna druming and val of vals hostel, said maybe on the weekend, which is also what the guy hitting on us at the bus station said. So we decided to go to placencia ( which of course we called placenta) to go to the beach, we did that for a day and intended on two days but stupidly let oursleves get so burned as a result of limeaide and good books as ample distraction, that really we couldnt handle another day at the beach. So after retreiveing our jelly from the ladys fridge in the morning after the invitation, ´sur gal go up da an get yo jellay, its no prob-lem´we headed back to dangriga... to go to the garifuna museum if nothing else.... and maybe even hear some druming. It was at the museum that we learned that the diferences between black people and garifuna would be sublte... and maybe we had been seeing them all along ( kind of like santa, if you beleive hes all around). we also learned about several migrations, punta dancing ( garifuna mating dance similar to a very reserved and subtle dropping it like its hot but shake), and making casava bread. After that I went to go shoot and got in trouble for taking a picture of a grocery store because the men sitting on the stoop thought i should pay them, and clearly i hated people in dangirga and was trying to get rich. After eating some more garnaches.. we set out to search for druming...we tried three times at various hours and all we found was empty bars and a truck full of guys who hit on us and slowly drove by us trying to talk to us as we were walking... awesome. We left the next morning for belize city. Before we left more people tried hitting on us, and when we did not respond they told us that you dont treat people like that and that if we hate black people so much than dont come to dangriga... I replied that it had nothing to do with their skin but that i just didnt feel like being hit on this early in the morning, and i reminded them that megan was dating black man. Then we were told that we arnt welcome in dangriga.. they said dont come back! and we said dont were thanks to you we wont! once in belize city, We checked into another shit hole hotel only to find that there was an 11pm curfew... even though we needed menonites to help us get into that hotel... we left and went acros the street to an even shitier hotel, struck a deal with the french canadian guy who ran it, and we were granted an exstended curfew... midnight, then we turn into a pumkin. We went to ´the club´only to find that there was a pricey cover and a ton of people waiting for the price to drop or th band to show... at around midnight... a garifuna band showed up... for a punta dance party.... obviously we stayed. We watched punta in action... and danced a bit, looking painfully white. I ended up non sexually dancing with a stoned guy with dreads who I could not understand at all. Megan ended up dancing with a guy who scared away all the cute guys to avoid the other guy with a fly fishing hat on and bad teeth... we had fun, felt white, were offered weed( and refused) , and free beers( and accepted them), and then left at 2am... to find a sleepy french canadian, and to hear a old man making gross noises through the thin walls. This morning we crossed back into guatemala and got advice on what buses to take to el salvador from a man and his family that are sneaking into guatemala without passports to they can eventually get to the us... aparently jesus told them to do it. We did find the bus and tomorow he start our decent to panama... next stop san salvador.. stay tuned.