Thursday: Hot Tin Roofs

Back in Belize City this morning.  This was the view from my balcony in the hotel. When I see steamy views like this, I’m reminded of what’s good about being here, namely how exotic and picturesque.  And it is steamy - it took a while for my glasses to unfog.

Before heading back to Belmopan I went to a wreath laying ceremony to mark the 13th anniversary of the death of George Price, generally considered to be the Father of the Nation.  All well and good, but I arrived just as the marching band filed in.  I ended up, in essence, marching behind the band so extricating myself was slightly awkward…..