Today I saw contrasting the views of Belize. I started the morning in Caye Caulker catching the 8:30 water taxi that zipped over the sea to Belize City. There, I got a taxi through the slums and squalor to the main bus station that sits next to a large sewage ditch. Then I took the main westbound bus, a rundown old Bluebird school bus, through the capital Belmopan, and eventually to San Ignacio.
San Ignacio is a popular tourist destination, but it's also a real town. It's popular not for the town itself, but because it is the starting point for a number of interesting and exciting excursions to major Mayan sites, to caves, or for tubing down rivers. Unlike the flat northern Belize, San Ignacio is hilly and is at the edge of broadleafed jungle. It's only a very short distance from here to the Guatemalan border.
The bus took nearly three hours, and stopped every few feet to take on or let off passengers. The total distance was only around 100 km. In the bus station at Belmopan, I saw a Mennonite family, the man wearing a broad straw hat and suspenders and a beard, and his wife and girls are following in long black dresses with their heads covered in black. They were very white looking, and such a contrast to most Belizeans. There are significant Mennonite communities around here.
After checking into a hotel where I'll stay a couple nights, I took a walk a couple kilometres out of town to the site of the old Mayan city of Cahal Pech. It was a very steep climb up a tall hill in the blazing sun, but the site itself was pleasant amidst tall tropical jungle trees. The smell of decaying leaves, sweet and almost perfumy, reminded me of Tikal, another Mayan city in Guatemala, which I hope to get to shortly.
Cahal Pech had several temples overlooking plazas, many with gnarly roots and trees growing from them. It wasn't as spectacular as Tikal or Palenque, but was in a nice setting and made for a pleasant excursion.
On the way back, I stopped at a luxury hotel that is the site of an iguana rehabilitation project. The iguanas are in danger to because they have been hunted and their eggs are collected as a delicacy. Here they are breeding them until they are decent size to be put back in the wild, and they have a much better chance of survival if they are released when they are big enough to avoid being eaten by birds etc. A guide, Eddie, took me to see the iguanas and on the way he showed me numerous medicinal plants and trees, telling me about each. So many were known to the Mayans as having medicinal properties, but Eddie said many of the young people are not learning these traditions and are using modern pharmaceuticals instead. There are a few bush doctors around, but they are a dying breed. One tree he showed me has a similar, but worse, effect than poison ivy if you touch it and get its sap on you. To me it looked like any other tree.
I took a few pictures of the iguanas. Coincidentally, it was mating season, and the big alpha male, Gomez, was busily engaged in mating with a rather passive female. Eddie introduced me to George, another male, who is only able to breed when Gomez is similarly occupied. Otherwise Gomez doesn't allow George to breed. George is not happy with this situation, and he is the most aggressive iguana if approached. He puffs out his neck, and may swing his tail at someone who gets too near. Eddie says this can hurt if you are struck by a flying tail. There was a separate cage filled with younger iguanas that had hatched in June and July.
Back in town I booked a tour for tomorrow. It involves exploring a cave complex known as ATM, or Actun Tunichil Muknal.
San Ignacio is a popular tourist destination, but it's also a real town. It's popular not for the town itself, but because it is the starting point for a number of interesting and exciting excursions to major Mayan sites, to caves, or for tubing down rivers. Unlike the flat northern Belize, San Ignacio is hilly and is at the edge of broadleafed jungle. It's only a very short distance from here to the Guatemalan border.
The bus took nearly three hours, and stopped every few feet to take on or let off passengers. The total distance was only around 100 km. In the bus station at Belmopan, I saw a Mennonite family, the man wearing a broad straw hat and suspenders and a beard, and his wife and girls are following in long black dresses with their heads covered in black. They were very white looking, and such a contrast to most Belizeans. There are significant Mennonite communities around here.
After checking into a hotel where I'll stay a couple nights, I took a walk a couple kilometres out of town to the site of the old Mayan city of Cahal Pech. It was a very steep climb up a tall hill in the blazing sun, but the site itself was pleasant amidst tall tropical jungle trees. The smell of decaying leaves, sweet and almost perfumy, reminded me of Tikal, another Mayan city in Guatemala, which I hope to get to shortly.
Cahal Pech had several temples overlooking plazas, many with gnarly roots and trees growing from them. It wasn't as spectacular as Tikal or Palenque, but was in a nice setting and made for a pleasant excursion.
On the way back, I stopped at a luxury hotel that is the site of an iguana rehabilitation project. The iguanas are in danger to because they have been hunted and their eggs are collected as a delicacy. Here they are breeding them until they are decent size to be put back in the wild, and they have a much better chance of survival if they are released when they are big enough to avoid being eaten by birds etc. A guide, Eddie, took me to see the iguanas and on the way he showed me numerous medicinal plants and trees, telling me about each. So many were known to the Mayans as having medicinal properties, but Eddie said many of the young people are not learning these traditions and are using modern pharmaceuticals instead. There are a few bush doctors around, but they are a dying breed. One tree he showed me has a similar, but worse, effect than poison ivy if you touch it and get its sap on you. To me it looked like any other tree.
I took a few pictures of the iguanas. Coincidentally, it was mating season, and the big alpha male, Gomez, was busily engaged in mating with a rather passive female. Eddie introduced me to George, another male, who is only able to breed when Gomez is similarly occupied. Otherwise Gomez doesn't allow George to breed. George is not happy with this situation, and he is the most aggressive iguana if approached. He puffs out his neck, and may swing his tail at someone who gets too near. Eddie says this can hurt if you are struck by a flying tail. There was a separate cage filled with younger iguanas that had hatched in June and July.
Back in town I booked a tour for tomorrow. It involves exploring a cave complex known as ATM, or Actun Tunichil Muknal.
2 comments:
Last time it's sheep, this time, iguanas...
Yes, I took that one especially with Katie in mind. I don't know if she's monitoring this blog, so maybe I should send it to her.
I won't show any monkeys doing it, but I'd love to see how it works with armadillos.
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