Is alive and well in Belize - just like mother used to boil in the bag. If it had chunks of swede and sultanas in it would have been like my childhood - but not in a good way.
Left Mexico this morning, spent the best part of an hour going through the hoops on both sides of the border - no queues, just third world bureaucracy.
The first thing that we've noticed about Belize is - ITS QUIET. No collectivos honking horns, unmuffled busses, street hawkers ringing bells with spanners, strolling xylophone players and every shop or passing idiot with a portable loudspeaker competing with all the other idiots to share his crap choice in music with the world around for a 3km radius....
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