We booked a boat in Belize City to Puerto Cortes, Honduras. We made it in one piece just barely, and we had a lot of time to get over our nausea. Finally the border patrol arrived. One man and one man only processed 50 people. It was getting late in the day and we didn’t have much time to make our way across the island to catch our ferry to Utilla.
Look Up! The man yells as we pull our dive gear and carry our packs from the bus station to the waterfront of Belize City. Hesitant, we worry that he is trying to distract us to relieve us of our abundance belongings
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