Ben drove us to San Ignacio, where we stopped for lunch. Of course, it was Easter Monday, and very few places were open. It seems that lots of Belizeans really had crossed the border into Guatemala to go shopping, because San Ignacio was deserted. After driving up and down a few streets looking at quaint houses, and a stopping at a few places doing nothing but getting our appetites going, we discovered that our only options for lunch were a Chinese restaurant and the Wildside Cafe and Teahouse. We chose the latter, a sort of a hippie backpacker hangout near the bus stop that would offer more local food options. Because almost every other place was closed, they were very busy, and had run out of tortillas and bread. Although we were handed a menu listing quite a few appetizing dishes, we soon discovered that until one of the girls had a chance to go to the store, there was actually only one option: rice and beans with a vegetable curry. Feeling like we were a part in the Monty Python "cheese shop" skit we each ordered that, and got a very refreshing banana papaya smoothie to go with it. Although the food was very good we were looking forward to some nice fresh tortillas as well. Not 10 minutes after we finished eating did an adjacent table get a big batch of hot tortillas with their meal. I guess we should have waited for that store run after all.
After we finished eating, Ben drove us to Pook's Hill Lodge. It was less than an hour ride down the main east-west highway before we finally turned off the main road. Suddenly we were on a small dirt road that wound through small houses with many children playing outide and along the street. Apparently this section was named "Phoenix" by the locals as the residents were moved away from areas along the river and forced to settle where there was no running water. Since the farmland along the rivers was owned by others, they had no choice but to move where available land was provided to them.
After another 10 minutes of somewhat bumpy roads we arrived at the lodge. The lodge consists of eight thatched-roof cabanas and a separate building which houses an open-air bar, sitting area, and a screened-in dining room downstairs. It was a beautiful setting and a nice place to settle in after our rather jolting ride. We met Wim and Chantal Decoster, a Belgian couple who work at the lodge. We also met Vicki and Ray Snaddon, the owners. The layout of the grounds was very interesting as the cabanas were neatly placed around the onsite Mayan ruins. Although we could not make out exactly what the ruins once were, they were still familiar after leaving Tikal. We proceeded to our room. It was so hot and humid that we were dripping with sweat and praying the weather would change for the better.
Ben had offered to take us swimming, so we changed into our bathing suits in a hurry. There was a cute little gecko in our bathroom and a not so cute black scorpion in the shower, which Wim promptly removed for us. This made us well aware that any warning we had about checking our clothes and shoes before putting them on was not an idle threat. Ben took us on a short hike through the woods (and over a small Indiana Jones style bridge) to Roaring Creek. It was a nice downhill walk amongst some very interesting trees and plants. We wondered how hot we would be coming back to the lodge after our soothing swim. The late afternoon sun was very beautiful on the sandstone banks. It looked like walls of clay but actually it was all stone. The water was clear, cool, and quite refreshing. Occasional nibbles from the small fish always reminded us that we were in a river in Belize and not floating in a pool back home. Another group of guests (from California and North Carolina) were swimming there as well. One of them let me use one of the inner tubes they had brought down. We had a good time lounging around in the river, letting the current sweep us away.
All of a sudden we heard thunder and saw a bright flash of lightning in the distance. We all got out of the water immediately, but this was a reassuring sign that we had likely met the end of this heat and humidity. Ben led us through the meadow back up the the lodge. This seemed strangely level considering the downhill climb we used to reach the rivers edge. It was a pleasant surprise and a lovely walk. On the way back we ate a kumquat off a tree and saw leaf-cutter ant tracks in the meadow. It's amazing how big a swath they cut in the vegetation. Although only a few inches wide it was also a few inches deep and totally bare. It was really a sight to see in person.
Upon arrival back at the lodge we went to the bar and got ourselves a drink (it is on the honor system; each guest has a little clipboard on which they keep track of their drink consumption). I chuckled and couldn't imagine such a thing working at home. There were hummingbird feeders all around the perimeter of the building, and we saw a lot of hummingbirds darting in and out of the feeders. It was clear they had become very used to the humans staring at them while they ate. We had some chips and salsa and then headed back to the room to take showers before dinner.
We headed back down to the dining room at 7:30 for dinner. The dining room was a screened in room below the bar area and "living room". It was quite comfortable now that some light rain came through. Craig had a Belikin beer (the only beer in Belize) and I had some Chilean white wine. Dinner was buffet style and consisted of rice and beans, chicken, stuffing, vegetables, and fried potatoes. We sat at a long table with a Welsh family who is currently living in Belize for the military. Their 19 year old daughter was currently visiting from Wales. They also have a very mature 10 year old daughter that participated in the great conversation. Dessert was a coconut spice cake. Despite really enjoying the dinner and conversation, it had been a long day. At around 9:30 we headed to bed.
