Most Mornings, There's Lots to See

Most mornings, of course while conducting "walkies" with the girls, there's always a lot going on. I managed to stop and shoot several bits along the way. This is a compilation over two or three days of what we see most of the time while walking.

On the way into town, along the Northern Highway, which becomes Seventh Street while in town, there's a new piece of artwork being installed. I'm not exactly sure, but I think it's an ear of corn in a sugar pot. Anyway, an interesting piece to see being assembled. I suppose I could have asked the artist as he was assembling the installation, but that would have been too easy.

New Artwork in Town

Next along our usual route, we follow the waterfront into town. We marvel each morning at the view we are privileged to be able to see. We usually see at least a couple boats in various stages of being worked on.

The Corozal Boatyard

With the boats on the hard above, I just liked the way everything came together, the colors, lighting, etc. The boat on the left,  I had tried to get a shot of it under sail, but by the time Twyla and I got back to the waterfront from the market, they had lost wind and so motored in to the pier. That's the way it goes sometimes.

At least a couple of mornings each week, we come by just as the local fishermen are offloading their catch. This was one of those mornings. The long pole is used with the scale to weigh bags of fish. I couldn't catch them using the scale on this particular morning, and we couldn't wait forever. The girls do get a bit impatient if they sense that we're taking too long on non-pack business.

Unloading the Catch

More Unloading the Catch

After winding our way past the fishermen, and through the town square, where we always say hello to the ladies, who clean the park benches and walks each weekday morning, we come to the market. It's undergoing some major improvements, with the addition of this central stall structure going length-wise through the middle of the market. It'll be quite an improvement when it's done.

Here, workers are just finishing a new sidewalk on one side of the stalls. This should mark quite an improvement for the Corozal Market. We've always remarked at the markets at Orange Walk and San Ignacio as being very nice. This is definitely a step in the right direction.

New Sidewalk at the Market

On the way back from town, it was hard to miss them, but we managed to spot a group of vultures, fulfilling their mandate for roadside cleanup. They are so beautiful when in the air, hardly moving a muscle as they glide along the edge of the bay all day long. They're ugly as can be on ground.

For as big as they are, they're amazingly timid. It's very hard to get close enough to them for a decent photo.

The Road Crew At Work

Then, just when we were done shooting them, and turned onto Almond Drive from the highway, we noticed a bunch more of their compatriots, patiently awaiting their turn at the feast.

Waiting to Be Seated At the Roadside Diner

There had to have ben about thirteen or fourteen in the tree, with more in the trees across the highway, all waiting their turn to eat.

As Doug said - more or less, "Anytime you see a few vultures circling overhead, that's probably just a few of the whole number of vultures interested in the find."

And there you have it. We get home, usually drenched in sweat, just in time to have our own breakfast, and then get the day's activities started.

Onward and Upward

Woo Hoo! Guess what we did Monday morning? Doug and Twyla, Dianna and I all went together over to Belmopan for our interview at the Department of Immigration and Nationality.

First though, I took the girls for their daily walk into town. On the way back from collecting the mail, I managed to grab another shot along the waterfront.

Early Fisherman Prepping His Castnet

It took us about 2-hours to make the drive from Corozal to Belmopan, about what it takes to drive to Belize City. It started off kind of rainy, but gradually cleared the closer we got to Belmopan.

When we got to Belmopan, we found a little Italian place for lunch across the street from the Belize National Police Academy. That way we could all ensure we had good, strong odors of garlic just before we went in for our interviews. What were we thinking?

After a bit of fumbling around, we found the Immigration Building and amazingly, a parking spot directly across the street from it.

Doug checked at the main door and found we had to go around to the side entrance for the Nationality and Residence Section, where we sat and waited. Naturally, we got there at about 12:30 PM. Our first appointment was at 1:00 PM, so that meant we still had a good hour and a half wait if Belize punctuality held true.

Here we are all waiting for our interviews. None of us really had a firm idea what to expect. We'd heard stories all over the map, as to what they asked, was there an interview panel, etc., etc.

The Posted Schedule

We checked at the counter, "Was this the right place?"... It was, but they were closed for lunch. We could wait outside, so that's where we waited.

At 1:00 PM, we trooped inside and sat on benches there. We thought it was a lost cause as there were piles of green folders all over - on desks, on top of every filing cabinet, in every filing cabinet, and on top of everything else.

I checked in with the counter clerk who ticked off my name in her log book. Surprisingly, she found our folder on top of one of the file cabinets in about 30 seconds. Wow! Their system really did have a method to the madness.

Showing Lots of Optimism Before Our Interview

Showing a Little Apprehension Before the Interview

At about 1:30, I got called for my interview. No committee, just a single interviewer who only asked 4 or 5 of the most innocuous and mundane questions about our property, why we wanted to become residents, and where we had traveled in the past 10 years. It took about 10 minutes. Dianna was called right after me to the same interviewer.

I came back and sat out front with Doug and Twyla. They were singled out for special attention. They got to go into a private office for their interview. Doug went first, followed in short order by Twyla.

Twyla and Doug Pensively Waiting

We got done - a successfully of course, although Dianna said with her clowning around with the interviewer, that she probably got marked as being "dull" - one of the things that could get you disqualified. As if that was likely to happen with her.

Naturally, while we were being interviewed, it began to rain - at times quite hard. But, by the time we were done, it let up for a few minutes as you can see as the group is leaving the Immigration Building, all quite happy.

What a Relief - It's Over

Immigration Sign

Since we got done with our interviews so early, we had time for a quick trip to Builder's Hardware to do some sight-seeing there. Of course, we weren't expecting to do that, so we hadn't brought our lists of stuff we needed for the guest house. I did get some mildicide for paint and three roller handle extensions.

A bit of a bummer there. While Dianna and I were waiting outside the hardware store, under the awning from the rain, two dogs were running around the parking lot playing. Some asshole came flying into the lot in a pickup and struck one of the dogs who began howling and severely limping away. The driver calmly got out of his truck, took a quick glance at the dog and continued on his way into the store. I asked him (I'm sure in the most calm manner) if he was doing to do anything for the dog. His answer was that it wasn't his fault!

After letting him know what I thought of that answer, we talked to a couple of the workers at the store (the dog had already recovered somewhat and had run off with his playmate). One of the workers said he used to work for the guy and that he treated his workers the same as the dog. I hope he's ready for a bucket-load of karma one of these days.

So, after collecting Doug and Twyla, we zoomed off uneventfully back to Corozal, getting back to our homes about 5:30 PM, just as the light began to fail for the day.

The following day, Tuesday, the workers tackled the roof and worked hard all day, setting up the forms for pouring the roof tying and shaping rebar, and making sure the Polyducto for wiring was all in place.

While they did that, I climbed up to the roof and took a few shots of the surrounding area. Here we are looking toward:

Bob's (our contractor) Place

Robert and Lynn's Almond Tree Inn

View of the Bay Improves

Our Canal Boat Slip-To-Be

A View of the Swimming Pool

Couple of Views of the Swimming Pool

Mae and Craig's Place In the Distance

Our House

 

A Look At the Drain Field Garden

Here's shots of the work actually being done to get ready for the pour.

Back of the Guest House

From the Utility Room Roof

Completing Forms For Concrete

Bob and Isidoro Completing Wiring Using Polyducto

Lots of Polyducto

Bob Supervising

A Splash Screen Set Up To Protect the Pool Deck From Concrete Droplets

The guys thought they might be able to pour Tuesday afternoon. That wasn't the case as the wiring, Polyducto, rebar and forms took too long to get ready. What concerned me was that they had a whole bunch of guys on hand to actually mix and carry the concrete. Since that wasn't happening Tuesday, they climbed on their bicycles and headed home. No one seemed upset about it.

Ready To Pour - But Not Quite

Later, I asked Isidoro how that worked, as far as their pay. He told me they only get paid if they're moving concrete. It wasn't unusual to have to go home without pouring concrete, and since none had regular jobs anyway, they weren't out anything since nothing happened.

Ok. Wow. This is just one example of some of the (from a Gringo perspective) of the severe labor problems and abuses that are an everyday occurrence in this country. As a former Chief union Steward for our local (Washington Federation of State Employees), I can see plenty of opportunities for organizing in probably another 20 or 30 years. In the meantime, no one seemed upset in the least.

While the guys were working at getting ready to pour, we went across the street for a bit to Mae and Craigs place to see more of the progress of their new place. It's really looking good.

Dianna Just Got Luis' Number

Dave and Mae At the Gate

Kelly, Twyla's Brother and Mae

So, on to Wednesday morning. I unlocked the gate at 5:30 AM and by 5:45 AM, guys started riding up waiting for Isidoro and his crew to show up.

The dogs and I left for our walk at 6:00 AM, and by the time we returned at about 7:10, they were better than half done with the pour.

Mix and Fill, Carry and Pour... Repeat Till Done

Vibrating the Poured Concrete

Humping 5-Gallon Buckets Full of Concrete

 Up and Down Home-made Ladders

Mixing Like a House Afire

Hump and Dump

Hump and Dump - A Young Man's Game

Troweling and Floating the Mix Smooth

Troweling and Vibrating the Mix Smooth

By 8:30 AM, the pour was complete. As these things go, it was a small pour. About another half hour cleaning tools and bodies, and then Poof - No workers. Everyone left for the day. My guess is, plum-tuckered out. I would be, or in the hospital.