How unfortunate is it that Belize in Spanish is Belice? This never ceased to amuse me the entire trip.
We finished packing this morning, ate breakfast, settled the bill and caught the shuttle to Placencia airport. There were six people total on the "plane." Here's a shot of us North by Northwesting a car on the dirt road that encircles the landing strip. Despite all this the flight to Belize City was fine, even with the pilot sitting there doing his paperwork while the plane was in the air.
We spent a couple hours at the Belize City airport, where we did some damage in the souvenir and duty free shops and the bar. We met Jet, the proprietor of the bar, and took our picture with him. Because when the little person owner of the bar in the Belize City airport offers to take a picture with you, by God you do it.
All in all, I'm still amazed by how jungly Belize is - I think I was thinking more Mexico and less, I don't know, the Amazon. I don't know if that's going to save it from the doubtless encroaching wave of American tourism. It's a two-hour flight from some parts of the U.S., and with the Yucatan so devastated by Wilma, you have to wonder where the next fun, beachy area for college kids is going to be. We saw tons of tacky airport T-shirts that said "Unbelizeable" - you just fear that the entire country is going to be overrun with crap like that in 25 years. I hope not.