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29 September, 2009

A New Day A-Dawning

Here we were just lazing away in the pool, when all of a sudden came this huge white thing up the canal.

Robert's Catamaran Underway Up the Canal

Wow! Something we've been dreaming about since we moved here, and here it is - actually happening before our eyes.

I had heard Bob revving his engines to flush the channel into the canal and I knew he had some of his workers breaking the crust down at the mouth, but I assumed it was going to take several hours for him to come through, if it even happened today.


Dianna and I Had Been Waiting For the Boat

I even took some pictures of the fingerlings in the canal.


Little Ones Just Peacefully Swimming Along

Next thing I knew was this huge white thing was coming up the canal, Bob hooting and hollering as he motored along. I ran out of the pool, grabbed my new pocket digital camera and got to the bank just in time to snap the rear of the boat as it cruised past.

He made it down to Pastor Doug's place. Doug has a cutout so Bob was able to turn around there.


Robert Turning Around At Pastor Doug's Place

Once he got turned around, It was about lunch-time, so Bob went ahead and moored at Pastor Doug's.


Robert Moored for Lunch at Pastor Doug's

I called Bob's wife, Lynn, and asked here to have Bob give me a call before he heads back down the canal so I can get some pictures for the blog.

This is really a red-letter day. Something other than a skiff in the canal. This changes everything for the canal. It was really exciting to see him running up the canal. There'll be more changes daily for a while I'm sure. As well as over the long haul, as we all improve and clean up our bit of shoreline on the canal.

Another new project... But first, there's our guesthouse to finish, and the to-do list for the main house. Once we get all that done, then we'll look at what needs to be done so we can moor at the Winjama Dock.

25 September, 2009

Is This the Northwest?

Look, I know we need the rain and all, but this grey overcast and drizzle without thunder and lightning is one of the things we didn't miss about leaving Washington State.

Our caretaker, Cody, has gone home for the day. He'd be up to the tops of his Wellies in muck if he tried to stay and work - besides, it gives him a three-day weekend to do what he wants to do.

Like I said on Twitter (you can read it here on the right-hand side), Dianna's happy... A good book, hot chocolate, some chick-flick or other on the tube, what could be better?

She's got plenty of smokes and when she goes out onto the porch to have one, she also lights up one of the mosquito coils, now that I've separated the whole pack of coils for her. She would have broken every one of them if I'd left her to her own devices.

I know, I know... All the plants are just loving it, saying "Hit me again, come on, again!" Oh well. It is keeping the temperature down to a reasonable level (probably the upper 80's or so).

Besides, I guess it's not like I really have a job to go to that I'm prevented from doing because of the rain. Well, I was prevented from walking the dogs this morning. The dang road just gets like a skating rink when that marl gets wet. It has enough clay in it to make it really dangerous. I've fallen more than once in the stuff.

And, I have a good "space western" to read. I'm currently reading Jack Campbell's "The Lost Fleet" series, Dauntless, Fearless, and Courageous. It's kind of a shit-kicker in space suits. I'm currently about 2/3's of the way through Courageous. Pure escapism. If you look too closely, the stories begin to fall apart, but if you just take them for what they are, they're a fun, quick read.

I'm not a real fan of hot chocolate. Maybe I'll make me a nice hot cuppa of Earl Grey. With some milk and Splenda (hey, we have that sort of stuff here too, y'know), I could be comfy for a few hours.

Hmmm, I wonder if the Mariners will be on the tube this afternoon?

23 September, 2009

It's A Miracle!

Surely it is. Before I took my Motorola RAZR cell phone in for an attempted repair, I was positive it was actually a lost cause.

About three weeks ago, I had dropped it from my workbench's work surface (about 3'6" from the ceramic tiled floor). When that happened, it still worked as a phone and as a camera - yes, it did both of those things routinely prior to my dropping it on the floor.

What it no longer was able to do after dropping it was to connect via USB cable to my laptop. So, even though it could still take pictures, there wasn't jack that I could do with them. And the same thing applied to entering new phone numbers or editing existing ones. I was faced with having to do it all manually. At least the SIM card still contained all the phone info.

I lived with the phone in that situation for a couple of weeks, fully intending to take the phone to Technicell, located at White Saphire, to see if there was any way possible to repair it. I didn't have high hopes of anything bringing it back to one-hundred percent.

That is, until I decided to take this particular phone for a swim (http://winjama.blogspot.com/search/label/Cell%20Phones). Well, after that, it was either take it into the shop or resign myself to not having the capability to take photos no matter where I was and whether I had remembered my camera or not.

I took it in to Technicell on the 18th (last Friday). I mentioned that I had taken it for a swim. I did forget to mention the problems stemming from dropping the danged thing. They told me to come in next Tuesday afternoon as it wouldn't be ready till then.

"Yeah right". All that will happen is I'll come in on Tuesday and they'll tell me the bad news - "I'm sorry Mr Dave, your phone is terminal. You might as well through it away."

Well, that was what I thought anyway. I forgot go in Tuesday to check on it (which may have influenced the outcome in some weird karmic sort of way). I did manage to get in to Technicell this morning as I also had to make a run to the airport to FedEx some papers up to the states.

20 September, 2009

Gail and Earl Do China

Last night, we went to Gail and Earl's "China Party", to celebrate their epic trip to China.

“Long journey always start with one short step.”
- Charlie Chan in Shanghai (1935)
Gail and Earl On the Great Wall
Centered around Beijing, they toured, in their words, "one section of the Great Wall, The Forbidden City, Tiananmen Square, The Lama Temple, The Temple of Heaven, The Summer Temple, The Purple Bamboo Park, The Five Pagoda Temple, The Silk Market, An open market, The Metro, The Wangfujing shopping district, The Hutong (common residential) district, and much more." They also took oodles of photographs, which they had on display on their TV and on a laptop in the living room.

19 September, 2009

Swimming With My Cell Phone

For the second time I've taken a cell phone swimming with me. The first time was when we still had our round wading pool. The phone was my old clam-shell Samsung that had been my constant companion for about the past three or four years. That is, until I plopped my butt down in the middle of the wading pool and about 10 minutes later, as my hand brushed against my pocket and I realized... oops. I was supposed to have left the phone on a chair near the pool.

The second time was just this past Thursday. We had had Cody vacuum the pool, sending the water to "waste", which sends it directly to the canal without running it through the filter first. This lowers the water level in the pool speedily. We did that so that Dianna and I could get into the pool and using CLR and some old t-shirt rags, clean the perimeter blue tile of calcium deposits. As long as we stay up with that, doing it every couple of weeks or so, it's an easy thing to do.

18 September, 2009

It's Just One Thing After Another

First, the other day, we went to Hailey's, then we went to Donna's Place.

Yesterday, we went to Lynn and Robert's Almond Tree Resort and Hotel for an afternoon Soiree (I know Webster's says the definition means "evening get-together". By that time, we're in bed... And the word was just begging to be used, so there).

Now this afternoon, we have a "South End Neighbor's Canal Association" meeting, and Friday, we have a "China Night" out at Gail and Earl's.

I don't know how much more my calendar can take of this stuff. There's a limit. After all, we're supposed to be retired and all.

15 September, 2009

How Many Geckos Does It Take...

Aw, it's the old joke you know and love, but here's visual proof.

Altogether now... "How many geckos does it take to catch a butterfly?" Apparently more than this. It seems that these boys may not be "the sharpest tacks in the box."

Speaking of "sharpest tacks", try out this link (http://forums.aliensoup.com/archive/index.php/t-1289.html) for a whole load of similar witticisms

"Looky There... No, Over There"

Five geckos were after this enticing butterfly for about 10 minutes the other day. The geckos are on an inside corner post of our screened front porch. The butterfly seemed to take delight in flitting from one side of the post to the other, flying directly over the geckos and of course, getting them all excited in the process.

Geckos seem to only want to venture out on the screen material for short dashes. I think they don't like the texture, or maybe the spaces, of nylon screening. These little guys were pretty much left with hanging around the corner post. It was really fun watching them crane their necks to try and follow the butterfly's movements.

Being a charter subscriber to Short Attention-Span Theatre, I could only watch for so long. I can't report on the final outcome, although I suspect, with as much fun as the butterfly was having with these guys, they were left tangled up in knots and with no lunch either.

14 September, 2009

Visit To Donna's Place

Just yesterday Dianna and i made an excursion out to Copper Bank. Donna had called us a half-hour earlier inviting us out to swim at their beach. We had just been lounging around the casa, laying in our individual pools of sweat, trying to figure out if we had enough energy to head down to the pool. It's been over a week since any meaningful rain, and just about a total absence of a breeze. It does get hot.

We had been meaning for ages to go visit Donna and Enrique. But, something always came up, and it's so far to Copper Bank, and it's dusty, and the road's bumpy, and..., and..., Well, with Donna's call, we were galvanized. I made a quick call to see if Doug and Twyla wanted to go, but they were occupied with other things. So, we grabbed a cooler full of beer, our swimming togs, and away we went down the road toward the Copper Bank ferry.

Surprisingly, the road was in pretty good condition. Well, that's relative as the last time we had run it , they were still mid-way in the repairs of the road from Hurricane Dean. Of course that was a year ago. Not the hurricane, the repairs. Things take time.

Anyway, we got to the ferry. We only had to wait about three or four minutes for it to get back to our side of the New River. A quick ride a across the river and a leisurely drive at 30 MPH and no A/C to Copper Bank. The road wasn't even too dusty - an unexpected bonus!

Guess What? Hailey's Is Alright

I know when Hailey's Beach Bar and Restaurant opened, I was pretty skeptical (http://winjama.blogspot.com/search/label/Hailey%27s%20Beach%20Bar), especially regarding the potential for noise and whatnot. Mostly the whatnot being trash and other debris scattered around.
Hailey's Beach Bar and Restaurant Redux
Well, I'm pleased to let you know that my skepticism was misplaced. Dianna and I went with Doug and Twyla the other evening (ok, late afternoon) down there. We rode with them to Hailey's.

09 September, 2009

Freebie Crossing the Border

One of the decided benefits of gaining residency is the lack of fees to cross the border.

"Follow in your book as we learn the next three words in Turkish:"
"Bath,"
"Towel,"
"Border..."
"May I see your passport, please?"


-- Firesign Theatre; We're All Bozos On This Bus

Doug and Twyla and Dianna and I caught one of the Chetumal buses on the Northern Highway where Almond Drive enters the highway and we rode it all the way to Neuevo Mercado in Chetumal. $5.00 BZD for the 4 of us. Is that a bargain or what?

Just to keep the narrative reasonably straight, we drove from our house all the way up to Doug and Twyla's, maybe a quarter mile if that. We left the Isuzu there and the four of us walked from their house up to the highway where we caught the bus.

03 September, 2009

Time Moves In Only One Direction

There's a lot of discussion on the Intertubes now regarding time and that there is nothing (that we know of) in the laws of physics or nature, that would prevent time from moving in either a forward or backward direction.

There's also a lot of discussion regarding what the steps and requirements are for to obtain Permanent Residency in Belize. Since we just recently completed that whole process and got our Permanent Residency, I thought it might be beneficial to lay out some of what we went through to get from "A" to "Z" in the process. I hope you find this interesting and useful.

For us, I can tell you, so far time has moved in only one direction. As you can see from the photos below, I ain't getting any younger. Dianna is, of course, like most women, ageless and even getting younger. I don't know how they do it.

I thought it would be kinda neat to show a side-by-side comparison from the day we submitted our applications (more or less at the beginning), and the day we received our Permanent Resident stamps.
Before
After
As I promised in an earlier post, here's our timeline for gaining Belizean residency. It pretty much coincides with Doug and Twyla's, since from submission of our applications to getting our stamps, the four of us have been virtually at the same step through each step of the process. Your timeline is sure to be slightly different of course...
Statement of Variability

Here is the list of requirements of documents/things to do that were current at the time we went through the process. We got this form from the local Corozal office of the Department of Immigration and Nationality.
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REQUIREMENT FOR PERMANENT RESIDENCE

DEPARTMENT OF IMMIGRATION AND NATIONALITY I am in receipt of your application for Permanent Residence in Belize. To process your application you must submit to this Department as soon as possible the following as indicated by a check ( ).

  • Evidence that you are in the country legally for one year prior to application (Copy of Passport pages or Refugee Card).
  • An Immigration Fee in the sum of BZ.$________ will be charged upon approval.
  • Alien Registration for yourself and members of your family over the age of sixteen if you remained in the country for at least six months.
  • Recent Police record for yourself and all members of your family over the age of sixteen. To obtain a Belize Police Record you must have been in the country for at least six months.
  • Documentary evidence that you have acquired land in Belize or that you have access to land if you make such a claim.
  • Certificate of Health including HIV & VDRL tests for you and all members of your family.
  • Three recent passport size photographs of yourself, wife and children if they are to be included (Photographs must be in color).
  • Wife's/Husband's Birth Certificate.
  • Marriage Certificate Sworn declaration of support (from husband or common-law husband).
  • Recent Local Bank Statement of otherwise where means of financial support is not indicated.
  • Temporary Employment Permit if you are or wish to engage in gainful employment.
  • Income Tax Statement. N.B.
  • PHOTOCOPIES OF ALL ORIGINAL DOCUMENTS NEED TO BE SUBMITTED ALONG WITH ORIGINALS.

A final decision will be made when all requirements have been met. Pending a decision on your application you are required to continue applying for monthly extensions on your documents at the nearest Immigration office.

If you have a change of address while your application is being processed you are strongly advised to inform the Department immediately.

No incomplete application will be accepted.

Leaving the country for more than fourteen (14) consecutive days at any one time disqualifies the applicant.
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Several of the items were checked by the local Corozal Immigration Office as being items we would be required to produce.

For some reason, they didn't check the birth certificate line, but we had to provide our birth certificates anyway.

Some of these items you can do early on in the process. Some, like the health certificate and police reports must be done somewhat near the time you are ready to turn your application package in as they become void after six months.

June 10, 2007 - We arrived in Belize through the northern border into Corozal. We flew down to Cancun from Seattle with one-way tickets for us and our our two cats. No one raised so much as an eyebrow at our purchasing and using one-way tickets.

Beginning in July, 2007, we started paying $50.00 BZD each for the first six months of living in Belize. After the first six months, it goes up to $100.00 BZD each per month for our tourist visa stamps in the passports. The $100.00 BZD is the fee you pay per person for the rest of the time until you actually get your residency.

Now, you can probably fudge it once in a while by going over to Chetumal or flying to the states or wherever and hoping the Immigration officer at the border stamps your passport and gives you a 30 day extension - in effect a "free" extension. Don't plan on making that a regular habit to try to circumvent the $100.00 each month. They go through your documentation and your passport with a fine-toothed comb. If you've made a regular thing of avoiding the monthly fee, guess who's going to have trouble getting their residency on time? The Belize government is not about to lose money on granting you residency.

November 1, 2008 - Six months. Our monthly Tourist Visa fees increased from $50.00 BZD each to $100.00 BZD at that time. June 10, 2008 - We completed one full year in Belize without being absent from the country for more than 14 consecutive days. In fact, I had been over to Chetumal for day trips twice in that time. Dianna had gone maybe two additional times, all day trips. We lucked out and had no family emergencies, etc. Speaking of family emergencies, if you can get your doctor, funeral director, etc., to write a letter to Immigration explaining the nature of your trip, you are likely to be excused for that time out of the country. But, again, I certainly wouldn't want to make a regular thing of it. If you exceed the 14-day limit, you get to start the clock all over. Pretty simple, and a good incentive to be frugal with out of the country absences.

Now, here's where Dianna and I got behind. Being somewhat laid back and, well, basically lazy, it took us until Doug and Twyla motivated us to start working on our residency. So, we snoozed from June 2008 more or less to September 2008 - four months. What can I say? We were busy building a house, and just enjoying living in paradise. It didn't seem like we were losing anything. We were comfy and happy. Sure it cost us a bit of money for that time, but we really didn't think about it until they gave us a kick in the rear to get going.

Having said that, we had taken the initiative to get a copy of the Requirements form above, and had gathered all the information and documents that we already had, so we weren't completely non-productive. We were ready for the Belize police records search by September 1st. September 1, 2008 - We applied at the Corozal Police Station for a Belize police records search. This entails getting passport photos and a Justice of the Peace to verify that you are who you say you are plus a modest fee of around ten or fifteen Belize dollars.

What happens then is your paperwork for the records search is shipped around to each of the Police districts in Belize where they do a "wants and warrants" type search to see if you've been in trouble anywhere in Belize.

This usually takes about a month to complete. In our case it was right around four weeks. It cost $8.00 BZD to retrieve the report from the Police. October 20, 2008 - Doug and Twyla had made friends with Rick, who runs RD's Restaurant in Corozal. He also has a day job of heading up the lab at the Corozal Hospital (which he has done for the past 25 or so years).

The four of us hot-footed it up to the hospital to get a medical exam and blood test for HIV and other STDs, etc. That cost us $25.00 BZD for each of us. The results came back around October 30th. The medical exam consisted of the doctor looking us up and down and asking a few questions. They filled out the form (the Immigration Medical Service, Preliminary Medical Examination form) and signed it.

Don't forget to include both the Immigration Medical Service, Preliminary Medical Examination form and your medical lab results in your packet. Both are necessary.

Regarding the "Income Tax Statement." We thought at first that they meant our US IRS tax return statement. Well, after a few conversations with folks who had been through this process we learned that wasn't the case. What was required was that we had to go to the local office of the Income Tax Department for Belize and have them generate a letter certifying that we were not on record as having received any taxable income for the year. That was easy. Where's that red button?
Mug Shots of the Guilty

November 6, 2008 - Then came a somewhat frantic time of making sure we had gathered all the information needed - our applications, passport photos (see above), police reports, medical reports, etc, along with copies of everything. We took all the required documentation to the Department of Immigration in Belize City and filed our applications for permanent residency.

A small snag came while at Immigration. The "statement" referred to in the Requirements form is not what we thought a statement would be. We had included a banking monthly statement from our bank that showed our account balances and monthly activity. Wrong. What was wanted was a letter from the bank, on their letterhead, that we, in fact, did have an account in good standing with them.

They were not interested in the dollar amounts in the least. What we did, was Immigration closed for lunch. Dianna and Twyla went together as Twyla needed to see a lawyer regarding renewal of her Canadian passport (another matter and story altogether). Doug and I zoomed off to our two banks, thankfully close together and managed to get each of them to produce the desired letters in short time. Of course we had to pay $20.00 BZD each for those, but, hey, who's counting? Then we zoomed back, collected the girls and got back to Immigration.

Sure, we could have dropped it all off at the Immigration office in Corozal, but we had heard that there could be significant time delays, as well as the possibility of our applications going missing from the Corozal office, so we opted for the Belize City trip. Besides that gave us an opportunity to go to Benny's Hardware and Brodie's Department and Grocery stores in Belize City.

It seemed like a lifetime to get to the next step. Of course, we worried constantly that our applications had gone missing, even with turning them in at Belize City. Anyway, we finally got the word that our immigration interview was scheduled. One other item they are very concerned about. Marriage licenses and marriage certificates. The one just authorizes you to get married, the other certifies that you are married. Make sure to bring the one that says you are married. Ours was easy. Our document combines the two forms on one piece of paper.

Being good Gringos, we felt that a cover letter was needed to accompany our packet. Save your fingers and the paper. Not needed, not looked at. Don't bother.

Regarding copies of your passports. Copy everything, front cover, inside front cover, ALL pages - even blank ones, inside rear cover, and rear cover. Copy, copy, copy. We also included copies of all of our IRA statements, retirement account statements, Social Security earnings statement, etc., etc. They weren't interested in any of it. My recommendation is to include it and let them wade through and weed it out. They'll do that right at the counter with you present.

Regarding the "Documentary evidence that you have acquired land in Belize or that you have access to land if you make such a claim" statement on the Requirements form. A lot of folks think that says that you must own land in Belize. It does not say that. It simply, in a very awkward way, says that if you do own land in Belize or in some other way have access to land here, be prepared to prove it with the appropriate documents. You can become a permanent resident without owning land.

Since we did own land, we included our Land Certificate (deed), the plat map, and the related letters from the attorneys. We also included a copy of the construction agreement between us and the Mennonite builder of our house, mostly to show that we were spending money in Belize. Again, all not needed, but who knows, next time, when it's your turn, they may want it. It's easier to have the paperwork with you and not need it than for them to ask for it and you don't have a clue where it is.

Something that is not on the list... Employment history. We included that and they were interested in that too. I happen to be one of those anal-types who has kept track of every job I've ever had - from 1964 as a paper carrier for the Denver Post to 2007, when I retired from Washington State government. About 26 different employers in all. Whew! Too, too much work.

January 12, 2009 - We headed over to Belmopan with Doug and Twyla. None of us had an idea of what to expect for the interview. Turns out, it was basically a "why do you want to be here" type of interview and took each of us all of about ten or fifteen minutes. In fact, I remember, it took my interviewer longer to scribble in my file than for him to ask me some questions and for me to answer them. And the questions. I don't think they had any sort of required format to guide them. It was just questions he seemed to make up on the fly and when he couldn't think of anything else, then that was the end of the interview.

We had lunch at the little pizza joint across from the Police Academy. Good pizza, pasta and Belikin on tap.
Belmopan Pizza Place
February 3, 2009 - Our first contact with the Belize Police Department was when we went to the at the Corozal Police Station to what, at that time, was a little window outside the station, where we picked up the report form.

Once we filled it out and attached the passport-sized photos (taken locally), we returned to the same office a few days later. By now, the office window had been changed to a sort of entry area, complete with a door, so we could conduct business out of the weather.

Of course, it cost $8.00 BZD each for the reports to be sent through the process. We had to walk over to the courthouse building to the Treasury Department and pay them the $16.00, then take the receipts back to the Police Station. I'm not certain... we may have paid the $16.00 when our reports came back. Either way, there is a cost incurred.

Later in the process, after getting our Police Reports back, we had to be investigated by the Police Special Branch, the investigative arm of the Belize Police Department (There's an interesting article on Wikipedia about Special Branch (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special_Branch). The name is common with virtually every British and Commonwealth police department and they're all interlinked).

We had our interview with them upstairs at the Corozal Police Station. Supposedly, they go to Interpol to find out if you're an international bad person. They might sometimes actually do that, I don't know. We all thought our forms aged properly in the bottom drawer of some officer's desk until it was time to send the report back over to Immigration. The interview also verifies that you actually live where you say you do, etc.

July 9, 2009 - We went back over to Belmopan to drop off updated copies of our passport pages, so they can verify that we are keeping up with our monthly Immigration payments. We were able then to pick up our Security Bond forms at Belmopan.

What this means, is that you have to find a Belizean citizen who knows you, and who will vouch to Immigration that for the next three years, if you become a deadbeat, they will pay for your one-way ticket from Belize to wherever you came from. I'm sure the likelihood of it happening is probably slim to none, but still, it's a heavy legal responsibility to lay on someone you've probably only known for a relatively short time. I felt quite awkward during that whole process.

July 31, 2009 - Twyla was super through the whole application process, phoning Immigration regularly to keep tabs for all of us. This time, she reported a slight mix-up. Our application was ready, but theirs wasn't. Where the mix-up was, their application number resulted in our file. The folks at Immigration said theirs was still on the Director's desk. Well, we thought, if that's the case, where is our file number? And does it contain their file, or what?

August 3, 2009 - Twyla still couldn't find out anything about their file, so Dianna and I headed over to take care of ours and to see if we could get the file number situation squared away. We got over to Belmopan and checked in at Immigration. File numbers were ok - they found our file right away with the correct file number. The way they explained it to us was the Director is only in the office a short time each time and can only go through a few applications at a time. Ours probably was higher on the stack than theirs and it was just the luck of the draw that ours made it and theirs didn't. That wasn't the only thing.

You know how when you get older your mind and memory can play cruel games with you? Well, ours were both in high gear in that regard. Dianna and I both "remembered" we had turned in our Security Bond on the last visit. Of course the officer at Immigration said "No way. I would have written it down right here," pointing to a blank place in our file. "Remember, I gave you the forms last time. You were supposed to bring them this time."

Before I flew off the handle at her for losing our stuff, I called Twyla to ask her for her recollection.

"Oh, sure. You were supposed to take those with you this time," she said.

Then, I remembered. Oops. I knew right where I had left the forms on my desk... in Corozal. Well, it wasn't a total loss. Dianna and I had cashed a check the previous day at the "Mattress Bank", and we had $4,000 BZD just hanging around in our pockets. We asked the officer, since we were already there, if we could go ahead and make the payment and bring the completed Security Bond next time when we dropped off our passports for the stamp. That wasn't a problem.

After all that, it was back to Corozal. Just as we pulled in to our property, the Isuzu started rattling when I stepped on the accelerator. Not a good sign. At least we made it back with no problems.

Twyla contacted Immigration later that week. It seems their file was still on the Director's desk, but that it should be ready to go the first of the following week. Taking that as a cue, the four of us planned another trip to Belmopan.

I took the Isuzu to Rick, my mechanic and he went through it. telling me some sort of bearing around the crank shaft was going out, but that if I used STP or something similar it would work till I could take it in for a rebuild.

August 26, 2009 - Off we go to Belmopan again. The Isuzu worked perfectly until about three minutes before we turned off the Highway into Belmopan when the air conditioner quite suddenly quit. Oops. I decided to pull into the Caribbean Tire store to have them check if I had broken a fan belt or something. As I shut the engine off, the Isuzu made a strange, squealing kind of sound and then you could hear the radiator bubbling away.

"Uh-oh," I thought, "I've fried the engine".

After checking with the Caribbean Tire folks, they recommended an auto shop down the road about half a mile. We let the Isuzu sit for about 15 minutes or so to try to cool it down. Then I tried starting it up. It fired up normally and the A/C even worked.

Aha! That must be it. The A/C iced up and over-heated the engine. Well, we took it to the mechanic up the road, and they said there was definitely a couple things wrong with the engine, but essentially, if we left the A/C off and drove 45mph or slower, we probably could make it back to Corozal.

First though, we had business to take care of at Immigration. We drove over there and handed in our Security Bonds and surrendered our passports. In return for the passport, we got handed a really "fancy" (he said facetiously) hand-written receipt, with the obligatory stamp on it.

But, wait a minute. There's an additional requirement now. We need to provide Immigration with the original documents used by the Belizean's who vouched for us on the Security Bond. In our case, it was our voucher's Voter Registration Card, and in Doug and Twyla's case, it was their voucher's passport.

Apparently, this additional requirement is because of some problems that have developed with Justices of the Peace throughout Belize. I'm not sure what the actual issue is, but here's our take on it.

I had to visit a Justice of the Peace (JP) just yesterday to have something "notarized" or "JP-ized" or whatever the term would be. This was a document for my state retirement, so I could transfer some money to my bank.

Anyway, I went into the JP's store, where her desk was. She had company, a lady, apparently an acquaintance of hers. I waited discretely off to one side. When the JP noticed me, she asked how she could help me. I approached the desk and told her I needed to have her JP services for a document. "Let me see the document," she said.

I gave her the document. I expected her acquaintance to move out of the way so we could have a bit of privacy to conduct our business. That didn't happen. In fact, the lady was craning her neck to see what my document was. So, I said to the JP, "Is there some place we can conduct this in private?" I was expecting her to ask the lady to move or something.

"Oh, it's ok. She's a friend of mine," was her response.

I said, "But, I don't know this lady." The JP continued reading the document like everything was fine.

I said again, "I'm sorry, but I don't know this lady."

The JP said, "well, you can always go somewhere else." Which is exactly what I did.

I gathered up my papers and left. Thinking as I left her store, "Well I guess that showed her."

Of course, the problem that developed immediately was that I only knew of the one Justice of the Peace in Corozal. Now what do I do? I thought first about stopping at the Town Hall and asking them if they knew of another JP I could try. But then, I thought of a fellow gringo, Judy, who also makes group dog food purchases for us, and I was supposed to see her to pick up my dog food. I'll ask Judy. She might know. I pulled up at Judy's, and hollered for her through the fence. She came out and I asked if she knew of another JP I could try. Well, heck, Judy knew of about six others in the immediate area. That solved my problem.

I also found out from her and from the JP that I did use, that the JP's aren't supposed to charge for their services (I think they're supposed to use the service as an enticement to get you into their place of business - a good strategy). The JP I had left, we had used several times in the past, sometimes she charged us and sometimes she didn't. Doug had used her several times as well, and said she always charged them.

Doug then said, maybe she was the reason for the additional requirement at Immigration. She probably blabs everything to anyone when she goes home in the evening. Could be, could be. At least, now we know to be more careful when choosing JP's. So, it was going to be at least one more trip to Belmopan.

August 31, 2009 - Back we go to Belmopan with the needed documents. It was really weird, having to go back to the folks we had vouch for us in front of a Justice of the Peace and say that Immigration wanted to see the original documents. We asked if we could borrow the documents and return them the next day. We were even prepared to offer to pay their way to Belmopan and pay for their time, if they were reluctant to part with the documents. Luckily, that wasn't necessary.

We made copies of their documents and headed back to Belmopan. Our voucher not only loaned us his Voter Registration Card, but also his Boat Master's License, as his signature on his Voter Registration Card had faded so much as to be almost illegible.

Once we got parked at Belmopan (I covered this on on the previous post (http://winjama.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-made-it.html)). we rushed to find a restroom. Then it was in to the desk at Immigration to present the original documents and copies. Within about two minutes, we were handed our passports with the Permanent Resident stamp in each one. We shook hands and thanked the Immigration officer and headed off to Spanish Lookout. Woohoo! We were done!

In our case the whole process took two years - less a day. During this time (the two year period) we were not allowed to be out of the country for more than 14 consecutive days, contrary to the rumorology that seems to be rampant about that, and we were continually providing photocopies of our passports to ensure we had all of our monthly visas up-to-date.

Total cost per person for us (not including gas, photocopying, food, beer, aspirin, nerve tonic, and other miscellaneous expenses) were as follows:

    Six months tourist visa X $50.00 BZD = $300.00 BZD

    Eighteen months tourist visa X $100.00 BZD = $1,800.00 BZD

    Permanent Residency Fee = $2,000.00 BZD for US Citizens; $1,500.00 BZD for Canadians.

    Total $4,100.00 BZD for US Citizens; $3,600.00 BZD for Canadians.

    or $2,050 USD; 1,800.00 USD respectively.

  Permanent Residency = Priceless!

Thanks to Doug for providing me a very useful timeline of this whole process. Doug and Twyla kept good notes. We didn't. I plagiarized from their timeline with abandon.

So, you can see, time really does only move in one direction. Oh sure, we did the usual two-steps forward, one step backward from time to time, but that only resulted in more of those miscellaneous expenditures.
"Time keeps on slippin, slippin, slippin
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin, slippin, slippin
Into the future
I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
Till Im free
Oh, lord, through the revolution"

- Steve Miller - Fly Like An Eagle, Album of the same name