Holy Cow! It's Alive, It's Alive!

I just now got my Internet service restored. Whew! What a pain in the butt. It's a long story, some of which is below. Everything is working again, now... I hope. This was some of the stuff I've been compiling during the down time.
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So, what *Else* could possibly go wrong? I mean now, with everything that has already gone wrong, broken, fallen apart, etc.?

Well, why don't we try something like the satellite modem going down for the count? That's right. It went - gone, broken, melted-down, zip, blotto, crapped out, fizzled, quit, died. The damned thing died Wednesday before last. Two weeks ago, now. No biggie, I thought at the time. I must have inadvertently hit some key combination or something that caused it to not connect. It’ll be back up in a jiffy. Uh huh.

Anyway, my time to work on it was limited because I was leaving that Friday morning with the Men's Group Expeditionary Force for our planned invasion of San Pedro on Ambergris Caye for a weekend of wild living. This would include traveling the length and breadth of the island in a six-passenger golf cart, dining out, drinking some beer, playing Hearts and Spades - not at the same time you understand. Playing Hearts all afternoon on Friday, and on Saturday, playing Spades. If you’ve never done it, it can be quite challenging to keep things straight since the games are quite similar, but different. Try it sometime. Nothing like reliving one’s wild bachelor days of marathon Hearts and Spades games. Woohoo!

That's what happens when you put five middle-aged guys together by themselves. We even went so far as to have one evening (alright, it was Saturday evening, if you must know) where, with reckless abandon, we decided on milkshakes for supper. We headed down to Dandee's Ice Cream parlor, where we ordered Sundaes, and malted milk shakes. Watch out San Pedro. You don't know what's been unleashed.

We had started off some time back. after our successful first expedition to Ambergris Caye, saying how we needed to mount another trip somewhere during the next year. Little did any of us dream it would be a return to Ambergris Caye and so soon. I’d have thought we would have been flying high if we made a similar trip within a year, but inside of three months? Wow.

Here we were, headed back to the island again. We took off in what seemed a largish plane (for Maya Island Air, anyway). Two engines and all. The cabin was somewhat cramped with us having to hold our carry-on bags in our laps. Even with two engines, the trip was slow. It took us an ungodly 25 minutes to complete the flight. Usually, we can complete it in a single-engine job in 15 to 17 minutes.

Anyway, we touched down at San Pedro Airstrip in good fashion, disembarked and hoofed it the couple of short blocks to Ruby’s Hotel. Ruby’s is kind of unique on the island for several reasons. First, it’s located within an easy walk from the airport; it’s right on the beach; it’s in the center of town, located right on the main drag (I think it’s called Front Street); and the rooms only cost $40.00 (US) per night. We lessened the cost by requesting rooms with twin beds, so two guys to a room (I shared with Denis, who is a good, quiet roomie), so for $20.00 US apiece, it was a deal. Ruby’s office staff are very helpful. The office is now located behind the hotel, right on the beach, in a little bungalow.

My Roomie - Denis

Some folks may turn up their noses at Ruby’s. No dressers - you pretty much have to live out of your pack or suitcase or whatever for the time that you are there. There was a small table in the room to keep your keys and other trinkets on.

The beds are firm, although Denis reported his mattress did have a spring that periodically poked him in the ribs - mine was just fine. The sheets, although clean, felt like they had been starched, of all things. Not sure if that was the case or if they were just stiff. There were two fans in the room, which we put to good advantage, aiming them each directly at the beds so we had plenty of breeze to get through the nights.

The private bathroom had a sink with mirror, toilet and extra TP, a tub - usable only as a shower, not that I wanted to soak in the tub. I just mention it for reference. The tub was also somewhat flexible when you were standing in it. Not sure if that’s an undocumented feature or just the tub wearing out.

Fluorescent ceiling lights in the bedroom and bath, with a separate fluorescent over the sink. The room was clean and was tended to each day by the hotel maids.

So, what more could you ask for? I know, I know. A lot, probably. But we weren’t planning to spend all that much time in the rooms anyway.

The crowning touch, the piece d’resistance, you might say, is the three decks, one on each floor overlooking the beach and the Caribbean Sea. They’re worth the price of admission in their own right. Two shade you from direct sunlight during the heat of the day, and the third, top deck is outstanding for its view of the waterfront and reef, not to mention the breeze.

The other bit that is worth it’s weight in gold is Ruby’s coffee shop, which opens promptly at 5:00 AM each day, and offers great coffee (hot, black, no frills). None of that foo-foo latte-type stuff. They also offer hot johnny cakes with Happy Cow Cheese thickly spread and ham; or with bacon, egg and cheese. Sometimes they even have cookies.

The trick is, wake up, get dressed and down to the coffee shop when they open. You’ll probably have to wait in line. Ruby’s is very popular with the locals, getting ready to start their workday. Get yourself a large cup of coffee (they even have lids, which is a new feature), and a johnny-cake and hot-foot it back up to the third deck to watch the incomparable sunrise. That, my friends, is what you came here for. I mean, as long as I’ve lived in Belize, the sunrise from Ruby’s third deck, fully equipped with coffee and eats, is something I’ve never gotten tired of. It is simply amazing and has to be experienced to appreciate. That alone will make you want to come back and be a repeat customer of Ruby’s.

I mentioned the office staff of Ruby’s. They’re great. Jackie and Raquel took very good care of us. They also make sure to have plenty of Belikin and soda in the office fridge for sale throughout the day. Of course, we took full advantage of that this trip with our marathon card games and all. If your room isn’t ready when you arrive (surprisingly, our was), you can store your bags with them. They take good care of things.

Ok, enough about Ruby’s. What else did we do? Well, first thing every morning, after everyone got up, sh**, showered and shaved - as we used to say in the sea-going services, was head north up the beach to Estelle’s beachfront eatery. Estelle’s is a sand-floored restaurant, which serves an ala-cart breakfast that is hard to beat. The place is dripping with atmosphere and has great service to boot. You order off the chalk board menu, then go hunt up where you want to sit, including several tables out toward the water’s edge.

Craig and Bill In Paradise

Keep in mind now, we’re here on Friday morning... There’s a reason we take the 7:30 AM flight to San Pedro. Fifteen minutes later (ok, this trip, twenty-five) you’re in town and walking up to Ruby’s. Dump your bags and keep heading up the beach a couple of blocks for breakfast. See? It’s not even 8:15 yet and you’re off to a great start.

After breakfast we headed further up the beach on Front Street so we didn’t get too much sand in our sandals. We were looking for Chollo’s Beach Bar and Golf Cart Rentals, so we could see about renting a six-passenger golf cart. Well, Chollo’s doesn’t exactly stick out to the casual observer, so we wound up at Pollo’s Golf Cart Rentals, which was easy to find. Incidently, we did find Chollo’s after the fact. We had walked right past it on our way to Pollo’s.

A few minutes later and we were off exploring the island. First, we headed south to see what we could find. Bill and Craig were all for scoping out a couple of grocery stores where you could get some exotic (for Belize) cheeses and other things that are unavailable elsewhere in Belize. We cruised past the Victoria House, a very up-scale resort, and several other higher-end lodging places, and made it to the very south end of the island, where mangrove and the bush still holds sway.

From there we turned around and headed north, over the toll bridge and on to adventure. I made sure to show the guys all the stuff we had discovered during our Eternal Eight trip to Ambergris Caye, except this time we didn’t rent a boat, I’m sure to George’s chagrin, since he’s a died-in-the-wool fisherman. Some other trip, George.

George's First Adventure With The Men's Group

We went past Debbie’s Beach, where the E8 had stayed for a week, past Captain Morgan’s (a confusing, disappointing, joint), past Grand Caribe Resort, where we intended to return to swim later in the day, past Indigo condos (not sure if it’s a resort or just the condos) and went quite a ways further north, exploring. That is, until the road got to be just too rough to bother with and we turned around.

On the way back south, we paused for a necessary break along the way and spied a metal contraption sitting near a house. We never did find out what it really was, although there were plenty of theories floated about. We even asked some knowledgeable-looking passersby if they knew. Turns out, they weren’t any brighter than we were.

Big Metal Contraption Thing

We headed back down south, stopping at Grand Caribe. I had told the guys about the pool, bar and short-order grill, and that all was available to the public (that’s us).  I had completely forgotten that if all the tables with umbrellas were occupied, there’s virtually no shade except in the bar. So, we didn’t swim at Grand Caribe. But, we could have. We even brought swimming togs if the urge was really strong.

The reason I knew about the Grand Caribe was that during the E8 visit, several of us had stopped at the Caribe for breakfast, which turned out to be good. And while there, we found out from the staff that the facilities were, in fact, open to the public. Our theory was that their pool, etc., was probably within the sixty-six foot setback from the low tide mark for public land and that they kind of had to make it open.

So a couple of beers later, we decided to leave Grand Caribe to the folks staying there and continued on south, stopping for a late lunch at Legend’s Burger House.

There is a difference between nighttime and daytime at Legends. We were the only customers in the place. I recommend stopping there for supper and on days when they have a band playing. Also, at night, they’ll have gotten supplies in to fill out the menu. The burger I ordered this afternoon needed blue cheese. Cheddar is an ok alternative but that makes the burger just ok as well. At least the beer was cold. The service was good and there’s plenty of memorabilia to scope out while you’re there.

After Legends, it was back across the bridge and into San Pedro. We parked at the hotel and got refreshed in our rooms, meeting back on one of the lower decks and proceeded to try to drain the fridge of beer and play hearts for the afternoon. George didn’t play, but did keep us tuned in to the world as he was surfing the Intertubes the whole time.

Long about five-thirty, we decided we may as well return the cart, so a couple of us headed back to where we had parked it. Wouldn’t you know, I had picked up a parking ticket. $24.00 BZD just for being the only cart parked within 35 feet of an intersection... I don’t know. It looked to me like there were a lot of carts parked as close or closer to several other intersections, but what do I know? I probably didn’t have as flexible a ruler as the local traffic gendarme.

Since we had had such a late lunch, we decided a supper consisting of milk shakes would be in order. Our favorite ice cream parlor, Dandee’s, was right at the top of the list. After dumping the cart at the vendor’s, and giving them the money to pay the parking ticket for us, we went back to Ruby’s, where we played our second set of card games before dinner.

We walked the five or six blocks down to Dandee’s working up an appetite for our supper. Apparently, rumors and tales of our abandon spread like wildfire among the islanders. As we walked into Dandee's that evening, the lady who was running the shop, announced to everyone already in there, "Here come my card-playing boys!" I mean... Damn. Is that what it's come to? That's what 'being out with the boys' is reduced to? Well, I guess when you've become old farts, that's what you get. At least we played aggressively and with panache. Anyway, that's not the focus here. It's the modem, or was, right?


Sunday morning Bill and Denis started a new thing. Bill had brought a cribbage board, so that kept them going for a while. Then Craig took Denis’ place at the board. Our flight back to San Pedro was around 3:00 PM, so we had plenty of time.

Craig was planning to stay over till Wednesday with Mae, who flew in and joined us for a while on the hotel deck.

After all the bright lights and distractions of San Pedro, and after a faster flight back to Corozal, I could concentrate on the matter at hand - the boat anchor that used to be the satellite modem.

I piddled around with it for hours, putting all my vast IT skills to bear on the thing. After all that, I know I had it quivering in it's boots, so to speak.

Monday, I gave up and called in the big guns. That'd be Roger. Roger's a Brit who's lived here in Corozal for about eight years and has helped many folks with their computer problems (he only thought he'd retired to build his dream home), including me a time or two.

Anyway, we messed around with it for a couple of hours and came to the conclusion that there was something seriously wrong with the modem. Back-tracking a bit… Up to this point, we didn't know that for sure. It could have just as easily been the router, my laptop, cables, or some unknown demon inserting itself into the mix.

Well, we pretty much narrowed it down to the modem. I thanked Roger with a couple of beers out on the pool deck while I contemplated my next move.

I called Computer Ranch over in Spanish Lookout. Abe and Harry, a couple of enterprising young Mennonite business men, run the place. They sold us the satellite system in the first place.

Harry was perplexed by the symptoms of the modem as I had described them to him, asked me to send the modem to him. This I did. On Tuesday, I trotted over to BPMS (Belize Package and Mail Service) with the modem all padded and boxed up and shipped it over to Harry.

I was hoping to hear from Harry Thursday as to the state of the modem - whether it's been given the last rites or whether it will be coming back. Depending on Harry's answer, we would figure out our next move.

That move is being driven in part by a sense of panic - I mean, we haven't even been able to check our email in over a week, much less making a posting to the blog.

If we have to order a new modem, we have some issues to consider. This is germane to you folks considering moving down here, and to you folks already here. I could find one on eBay (probably having to do my searching and ordering at my local Intertubes Cafe, of course, what fun that might be), but then, as Roger reminded me, you run the risk of buying a 'box' (as we affectionately call the modem) that has been locked out by the satellite company, and then you may as well have purchased a boat anchor or a brick.

You could purchase a guaranteed functioning box from this outfit up in Montana, with the attendant problem - either ship it directly here and pay the freight accordingly, or find someone who's coming down here soon, to be your mule and lug it in their luggage for you. That's nice, but then you end up owing them all this beer.

Or, you could pay more money and get a box sent over here from Computer Ranch via BPMS (Belize Package and Mail Service. We have to use that service as Tropic Air doesn't fly to Spanish Lookout. BPMS is sort of an in-country UPS). Harry would have to drive all the way over to Belmopan to send something via Tropic, so that would probably cost more then shipping by BPMS).

Hmmmm… Let's see, buy a box that you don't know the condition of, and may get ripped off during shipment anyway; buy a box that may sit in your friend's living room, collecting dust and kitty barf until they depart for their vacation down here in paradise, which could be months; or pay the extra amount and get a box sent here to Corozal, that might arrive by Monday, that you could hook up, re-commission, and be functioning on the Tubes that same day? Hmmmm… Decisions, decisions, decisions.

So, that's where we were. Waiting to hear from Harry. I suspect I knew what he was going to say. It would have been a miracle if he said there was nothing wrong with the box. If that would have been the case, that still would have been no good answer for us as it only means that there's something else that's gone kerflooy and we would still have to figure it out. Lord only knows how long that would take to determine and then we'd still have to figure out how to solve that.

See, this is all a distraction from my true project, the shade house for Dianna. That plays on my mind. I can hear her mentally tapping her foot, somewhat impatiently, wondering when this oaf of a husband is going to get back to work on that bit. This thing with the modem is simply a delaying tactic to avoid working on the shade house. But, along with that, it's preventing her from checking her email. Thank the powers that be that she's not on Facebook. There'd be no end to the problems that would entail. Come on, Harry. Give me an answer soon.

Ok, Friday afternoon. I heard from Harry. Well, it's my own fault even if the equipment isn't working quite right. I forgot to renew the credit card info for the account when the card renewed. So, as far as Hughes was concerned, the card expired. If the modem software had worked correctly, there would have been an indication that the card had expired. Instead, I spent $25.00 BZD and a ton of aggravation to find out the card was expired. Again, arrggghhhh!

It’s interesting that Hughes was able to successfully bill us using that credit card number, although expired (in their records anyway), for almost two and-a-half years, finally realizing that it was expired and then pulling the plug on the modem. Alert play guys. I guess the same thing could be said about the credit card company - paying out dinero for that long on an expired credit card. Wow. Gives one a great secure feeling, doesn’t it?

Harry said that once his techs checked out the modem (after the modem agreed that the card was good with the new expiration date I had given him) he'll send it back via BPMS, probably tomorrow afternoon. Means I'll get it Monday and hooked up and everything should be copacetic - we'll hope so anyway. I wonder if Harry is shipping it back COD? I guess I would if I was in his shoes.

I talked to Computer Ranch Friday morning. The modem is in good shape and will be returning to Corozal via BPMS, hopefully today. That means, if BPMS is open on Saturdays, I could get the modem back and installed sometime Saturday afternoon. If not, well, it’ll wait till Monday. What was that song by Carly Simon - *Anticipation*?

Just a bit ago I called Computer Ranch to see if the modem was shipped. Not yet. They gave me Harry’s cell number.  I called him to see if he had any details. He said he was going to call them directly to tell them to contact BPMS to pick it up. Ok. He asked me to call and make sure his people had my address (even though it’s plastered all over the modem. One of those ‘You can’t miss it’ sort of things.

I called and they had found the address, no problem. Then a quirky question. They asked me if I knew if Harry was coming in to work. Uh, first temptation was to give them a smart-ass answer, but I resisted and just answered that he hadn’t said.

So, at this stage of the game, I’m assuming the modem will soon be on its way back to Corozal - assuming, of course, that they did call BPMS to come pick it up.

I called BPMS in Belize City, as that’s the only number on their receipt from the Corozal office when I shipped the modem (why would you put a local number on it?), to ask for the Corozal BPMS number, which they gave me. After calling them, I found out they’re not open on Saturdays, so Monday is the day - I hope.

I did work on the shade house for a couple of hours on Saturday. I drilled holes and mounted bolts connecting the vertical pipes with the flange nipple. Now, I just need to get more fittings and the thing should go together quickly. We’ll see.

Just to prove it's not all 'work and no play' down here, here's Deeohgee playin' it cool.

Sup, Dude?

More to come on the next posting.

Cheers.

We're On Vacation!

I had the hots for Connie Francis back then, along with a few million other twelve-year old boys, but I don't think she really knew or cared that I had a crush on her. Oh well. I guess I recovered without too many emotional scars.

V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N!  In the summer sun!

By Connie Francis, From her album, Vacation, 1962

Written by Connie Francis, Gary Weston, and Hank Hunter

So, anyway, vacation. Yes, we are on one. We're on vacation. Why do we say that? Why don't we say we're 'in' vacation, or 'doing' vacation, something like that? Regardless, we are doing 'it' and we're definitely 'in' it and 'on' it.

Actually, it's been 'vacation' for a few days now. "What prompted that?" You might ask. Well, we had some friends who came in from out of town to visit. These folks are some special friends of ours who we've been running into now and then for a bit more than ten years now.

In fact, we've given the group a name - The Eternal Eight. It's made up of four couples, Pam and Roy, from Reading in England (across the pond); Dean and Lori, from Baston Boston, Massachusetts in the US; Judy and George, from London (the other London), Ohio in the US; and Dianna and myself from right here in Corozal.

We first got together and met each other on a Windjammer Barefoot Cruise aboard the S/V Mandalay, for a two week cruise in the Lesser Antilles. "Just where is that?" You might also ask. It's the little islands that make up the southern part of the chain of islands in the eastern Caribbean, from Grenada, north to Antigua.

The photo below is of all of us at the entrance to Ladera Resort (http://www.ladera.com/), on the island of St. Lucia in 2003. We didn't stay there, we could only afford to have lunch there and tour a suite at the resort. Still fun though.

The Eternal Eight

This was the beginning of the Eternal Eight. We'd already bonded and gotten into enough trouble on the trip by this time. That was Dianna's and my second cruise with Windjammer. As I've mentioned before, Windjammer doesn't exist anymore. We all consider ourselves so fortunate to have been able to experience the 'barefoot' cruising lifestyle. It infects us to this day.

Now, fast forward to earlier this week, Saturday, 11 February. The other six members of the group all landed safely at Phillip Goldson International Airport in Belize City and were speedily whisked away up the Northern Highway toward Corozal by Henry Menzies' capable Belize Transfer Service (http://belizetransfers.com/).

As time went on that afternoon, we kept checking the clock, as you do, and began getting more and more antsy. We estimated that, barring problems, they should arrive at our place around five-thirty PM. Of course, that didn't happen. Six-thirty came and went. Finally, around seven-fifteen or so, we saw a van approach and then turn around to come back and stop just outside our gate, causing out crack security team of Secret, Cindy and Deohgee to sound the alarm.

I didn't get any pictures of the actual moment of arrival, but I did get a few of the next several hours down in the pool house as we all hugged, kissed, shook hands, and began getting re-acquainted with each other once again.

George and Dean, Pam and Lori

It has been about five years or so since we've been with the group. In fact, it was at Lori and Dean's condo in Florida where Dianna and I made the decision that, instead of continuing our year-and-a-half wait for the Peace Corps to find us a site in Africa, we decided to create our own adventure and come to Belize for a 30-day visit. This blog (the whole thing, not just this page) is the chronicle of just about everything we've done since that moment.

Conversations picked up seemingly without a five year interruption. We talked until the wee hours of the night. It was several hours later when we actually got everyone with their luggage stowed in their bedrooms, but that's part of the fun and adventure, of rekindling friendships, right?

Judy and Roy, Luggage Not Yet Stowed

Dianna and I introduced everyone to Sir Barry's Belikin without incident.

Pam, Lori, Dianna and Judy Catching Up

A lot of conversations about previous trips that we were part of, as well as trips that occurred while we were occupied here in Belize getting our place put together.

Dianna and Roy Becoming Relaxed

Everything continued the next morning. I managed to get the doggies walked before everybody woke up and the day got started with a set of meat pies from Vivi's. The day before the group arrived, I had taken a Tupperware container down to Vivi's and bought about thirty-five pies. They stayed in the fridge till we extracted them and began nuking them in the microwave.

The pies were a hit. Spicy, but not too much for our visitors. They helped set the tone for meals to come, both here in Corozal, where we stayed for the first three days of their visit, and over at Ambergris Caye, where we spent the remainder of their visit.

Dianna and Judy Enjoying Our Patio

At various times, jet lag affected all the new arrivals. Dean, who's from Boston, looks to be fading somewhat.

Dean and Jet Lag

Saturday night we went to Corozo Blue's where we demolished a few pizza's. Since the old Isuzu can only hold four comfortably, we asked Cody our caretaker, to help ferry half the crew using his car. He appreciated the extra money, I'm sure.

Pizza At Blue's

The next day or two was time for more conversation and some exploration.

Pam and George Under the Palapa

Hikes over to Bay Shore Drive to warm up, followed by a couple of walks into town to check out Cinty's, which is always a hit for unique shopping experiences. Below is a couple of shots of some of the group returning.

Walking Back Along the Road

Monday evening, we went to Tony's Inn for dinner. We thought we'd screwed up as they had banquet seating for about 100 medical missionaries, but we got seated and served good meals with very good service by our waitress, a young girl named Yari.

Tuesday morning, bright and early, well, about 8:30 AM, we were picked up by Menzies again. This time, for the lengthy journey from Corozal to San Pedro. It takes a flight of 15 minutes. Of course, there was the usual in-flight movie and since we were flying first-class, free martoonies for everyone (that's what we called, in the Navy, 'A real no-shitter').

It was an uneventful flight. we made up 8/10's of the passengers. Two other unfortunate souls accompanied us on our way over. We were impressed by the instrumentation - all digital on the flight deck (two seats forward from my seat). Major dissapointment ensued upon boarding, however, as there was a co-pilot. I think he may have been undergoing training. I had touted the fact that it's not unusual for passengers to be able to sit in the right-hand seat for the journey. Not today.

Upon arrival at San Pedro, everyone (Dianna and me) was impressed with the nice new facility Tropic Air has put in. Quite the improvement over their double-wide.

We collected our luggage and called Cholo's (http://ambergriscaye.com/cholos/) to bring our two golf carts. We had so much luggage that everyone except George and myself opted to stroll off into town in search of breakfast. The two of us were directed volunteered to drive the luggage-laden carts out to Debbie's, unload and stow the stuff, and then return to town for breakfast. We got that done in relatively short order with the assistance of Ralf, the caretaker of Debbie's.

The group had stopped at the Baker (http://thebaker.bz/thebaker.html) on Front Street. It's a new eatery featuring homemade breads and some great sandwiches. Very tasty. I hope they make a go of it.

After George and I made it back to the Baker and had some nourishment, we loaded everyone aboard the carts and off we went, crossing the toll bridge over the San Pedro Cut, heading out to Debbie's (http://www.cayemanagement.com/north17.html). Debbie's is an impressive two-story house, complete with an infinity pool and hot tub, great views of the Caribbean Sea, the reef and trash along the shore. Hey, I'm not lying. The pristine nature of most of the area is really knocked down by crap along the beach. There was also a pervasive odor, sometimes of cooked fish and sometimes of sewage.

We never really determined where the trash came from, but, it's something that is there and you need to be aware of it. It's not enough to put you off your feed, or to ruin the experience, but it's something that someone in San Pedro needs to be cognizant of and do something about. Ralf blames it on the cruise ships that sail past the island at night - we never saw them during the day. I suspect that's a good part of it, but I think there's some local junk mixed in there as well. In any case, who produced it doesn't matter. Cleaning it up does matter. Especially for the rates charged for beach front rentals. You sort of expect a shiny-shiny experience

On with the story. As I did with George on our first trek out there, as we approached the gate to Debbie's, we pulled over to the side and I pretended we had further to go, asking everyone on both carts if they were getting tired, etc. After the appropriate comments from the crew, I sprang on them that we were there and then wheeled up onto the bridge, chasing a fat iguana most of the way down the bridge, till he lost his nerve and jumped into the lagoon water.

We pulled into the courtyard parking area and everyone bailed out to begin checking out the place. It is impressive. In addition to the four bedrooms, each with it's own en suite, there's a full kitchen, dining area, living room, a well-stocked library/study, sound system - everything you need to make an enjoyable stay.

You do have to plan a trip or three into town to purchase supplies (beer, liquor, and food). Don't bother shopping at the Village Market, the last grocery shop before the bridge. Go ahead and cross the bridge and shop at the stores at the round-about. The Village Market overcharges grossly for just about everything and doesn't give an iota what you think.

After laying in enough supplies that if we were to become snow-bound, we could exist for some few months till rescue, we all changed clothes and eased into the pool. With the near constant breeze, the water was a tad cool at first, although everyone soon became adjusted.

Some time later that afternoon, we had to explore. We got as far as the White Sands Resort (http://www.whitesandscove.com/) next door. A couple of drinks and an order of french fries later, we felt we were settling in just fine.

Dave At White Sands Resort

The Belikin's cold. Unfortunately, the mixed drinks are a tad shy on the hard content, so it behooves you to lay in a supply wherever you're staying and mix your own. Still, it was a very pleasant atmosphere. A big dog lives there. Riley, just a gregarious and gangly hound. He's really easy to make friends with.

Dean Making A Point At White Sands

Dianna Was All Grins

Judy, Judy, Judy

Wednesday (or was it Tuesday?) we went for supper to Legends Burger House (http://legendsburgerhouse.com/) (I can't get the link to work, but don't let that deter you), back down the track toward the Cut. I never thought I'd say it, but I think I've found a place to rival and possibly surpass the Riverside Tavern in Belize City, as far as great burgers.

We're Waiting For Our Grub

To see this place in the daytime, it looks as if it could hold five or six folks comfortably. Coming there at night, it is expanded exponentially, and can hold a crowd of maybe forty or so... and a band. Wow!

And what a band. It's just a jam session, but they do seem to play regularly together and they sound magnificent. They play an assortment of old gold, and at a volume you can still carry on a conversation with. This place felt like an old pair of Levi's and an old pair of favorite running shoes rolled into one. If I lived on Ambergris Caye, Legends would become my home away from home. I kid you not. This was one comfortable place to hang out and listen to some very sweet music by some folks who love what they're doing and seem happy with their place and lot in life. The burgers being great is simply a bonus.

Legend's House Band Ripping It Up

Here's Legends from the outside at night. Makes for an impressive photo. If you miss this place, you missed the best thing on the north side of the island.

Legends Burger House At Night

As you're riding in your cart or bicycle north of the cut, Legend's is just past (or is it just before?) the Palapa Bar (http://www.palapabarandgrill.com/). Either way, you'll pass by Legend's greeter. Picture Gene Simmonds in a tux. This manikin just hangs out there and looks inviting in a weird sort of way.

Legend's Greeter

In keeping with the usual theme of the blog, I have to include something related to building/improving/remodeling/etc. don't I? Well, here it is.

We've been toying with the idea of adding a deck shower to the pool area at home when we finally get around to removing the wood deck and replace it with concrete and Kool Deck (http://www.mortex.com/products/kd.html).

What you're looking at here is a foot bath on the deck at Debbie's. Just dunk your feets before you get in the pool. It helps keep the pool just that little bit cleaner.

Debbie's Beach Foot Bath

Ok, so it's not the biggest idea around. I thought it was cool and I wanted to remember it. Who knows we might combine it with the deck shower yet and end up with something more or less unique.

Alright, more later. I am on vacation, right?