Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Monday, Nov 24






Monday is our first adventure at the Caves Branch lodge (http://www.cavesbranch.com/), the Jungle Trek. Neko is our guide for this day hike. Because we’re the only two who have signed up, the hike is intimate. Neko is in his 30’s and is very knowledgeable about the flora and fauna of the area. The day, in total, is all about a hike, a swim in the river, and lots of stories and spottings of plants, animals, and birds. We learn how trees are identified through their bark, about the different types of palms and how they are used by the locals, and chew on the inside of a Kahun nut, which has a coconut type milk inside. Most creatures are unable to get into the Kahun nut, with the exception of the squirrel, who most agilely drills a hole in the end to get at the good stuff.

We also spot a number of birds...most I can’t remember the names of, but the most spectacular was a pair of spectacled owls, which is rare for the day time as Neko explains. We also see a small lizard, hold a frog, and Steve spots a chameleon on a tree.

Neko tells us a number of stories; my favorite is about the Ceibo tree, which is the sacred tree of the Mayans. They believe that those who die make have to make their way through a series of levels and tests in order to get to “heaven”. The levels start at caves in the earth, go up through the Ceibo’s roots, and then through its branches. However, the way to bypass these levels and tests is to be sacrificed to the gods, so some Mayans volunteered to be sacrificed. I guess not all victims were unwillingly killed.

Nikko also told us the story of why the Jaguar is hard to spot...how the Jaguar meets and challenges a farmer. The farmer says that he wants to chop some wood for his family before the Jaguar eats him, and ends up trapping the Jaguars paws in the split in the wood of a log when he asks him to help remove a stuck axe. When the farmer has the Jaguar trapped and the roles reversed, he threatens to kill the Jaguar unless he promises never to bother human beings. This is why humans rarely see Jaguars in the jungle.

Part of the hike took us through an orange grove at the edge of the jungle. Citrus production is a major business for Belize. Most of their oranges are juiced and the juice sent to the U.S.

Other hike highlights include learning about leaf cutter ants (Neko held up one to my ear, and you could hear it make some chittering noise...kind of unerving). They can be used as stitches on injuries. I also got a chance to ingest some jungle protein in the form of termites. Termite mounds are all over the place. Neko broke a small hole in one, and we licked our fingers and stuck a few on them before eating them. Steve says they taste kind of like carrots. I couldn't decide, but I don't think they taste like mint, like some people say. I also, at Neko's encouragement, licked some termites directly off the mound.

Before our return hike to the lodge, Neko took us to a swimming spot in the river. We hadn’t brought our suits, so we just swam in our underwear. The water was cool and refreshing...but all the little fish swarming around us were funny! They kind of nibble at your skin. Sometimes it tickles, and sometimes it feels like you’ve been pinched.

We have a wonderful time in the evening, where we meet a 30-something couple, Julie and Bobby from California. The evening was spent on rum and coke, beer, and cigars, and some great conversation.

Belize Nov 23 2008


Sunday

It’s Sunday, and we drove to Atlanta Sat to spend the night with Steve’s brother David, and his wife Rose and son Brian. It’s fun to play auntie to Brian, who is four months old. David drives us to the airport early in the morning, and we begin our journey to Belize via Houston and Continental airlines. It is only as we get on the plane does the reality of the journey begin to become more real. The biggest task on the flight out of Houston into Belize City seems to be figuring out how to correctly fill in the immigration and customs forms. We finally touch ground in Belize in the late morning, noticing how small the airport looks. The terminal is older, and we walk outside the plane to get into it.

Basically, all there is to the airport is the immigration and customs lines...besides a few bathrooms and offices. I’m not sure what Steve and I had expected, except the store where we’d buy cuban cigars was not on the way out. And the airport appeared out in the middle of nowhere...we find out later that it is about 15 miles out of Belize City.

Steve gets a bit ahead of me, and gets snagged by a porter for 2$B a bag, who carried our luggage all of maybe a couple of hundred feet to our ride. On top of that, we paid him double because we were mixed up on our Belizian / US currency translation. (1$ US equals 2$ Belize).

Victor, our driver from Caves Branch, picks us up, and drives us to the lodge. On the way, we stopped at a place named Mis Amigos for lunch, and had a traditional meal of red beans and rice and chicken, and Steve had his first beer, a Belikan Stout. Victor was very nice, and answered lots of questions we had on the drive. The scenery on the way was a world apart from the States...from our relative perspective, a poor country. Belize has a population of 300,000 total...many Spanish and Mayan descent.

Caves Branch is tucked away in the jungle at the bottom of the local Maya mountain range. When we arrived, we saw the beginnings of a welcome center that is being built, in addition to a pool at what is now the kitchen. We sat on the Veranda that is the dining area, and were given the run down on Caves Branch, meal times, etc, and were introduced to our room, a “tree house” built on the side of a hill overlooking the river. It’s a two-level room, with a spacious bathroom and king bed on the upper level, and a bunk bed, futon, and sitting area below surrounded by a screen porch. After we settled in, we came down for our complementary rum punch, beer, and dinner.

Dinner at Caves Branch is served family style, and there’s a variety to choose from. We met mostly other visiting Americans form Colorado, PA, the first night, and settled on wanting a jungle walk the next day.

I’m not sure why, but there were a number of things we felt a bit annoyed over and unprepared for...like no electric outlets in the living quarters. We understood the reasoning and the way power is done here, but wished we been prepared for it ahead of time. This seems to turn out as a theme as the days wear on here, and I suspect, at least for myself, a little introspection might not be a bad idea.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Asheville

It's fall in Asheville...but a little closer to winter. Peak color has passed, and a chilly wind blows through the mountains. I'm glad we're here though. We just spent a wonderful past couple of evenings with John and his Aunt Carol. And, it looks like we may end up going to the Bronx to visit Carol someday in the near future.

Steve let Salem out while he was out for a few minutes...and what did Salem come running to the door with??? A dead mole! There's no way he caught that thing by himself...little scavenger! Lol.

An eventful day. ;) Work, the cat, saying goodbye to new friends, talking with Tiffany. A good day indeed.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Thinking

I have to say, my mac is fun, especially when i can make pictures like this. Well, i'm feeling tired today...brain drain I think. i have so much going on. between work, getting ready to leave for Asheville, and all the other daily stuff. So, right now, I'm not thinking about a whole lot. LOL!

Steve has just asked me if i want to go look inside the trailer we bought...a 16-ft one...to help us move to Asheville. I think I'll go do.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Our latest big purchase...


And not made out of a fun space. Here in Texas, air conditioning is vital (I guess we could get used to it, like the pioneers...but they didn't live in stifling condos with no good air circulation). I'm not sure when it happened, but I noticed yesterday, when I turned on the AC, that the living room wasn't getting any cooler. With fans, it stayed at a muggy 81 degrees. I hoped that it might just need new freon, but the friendly AC service guy, David, broke the bad news...old and shot. (By the way, he got along famously with Crystal, our Ball Python...really took a liking to her her).
We wheeled and dealed and then laid out the big dough for a new unit. At least it will save us around 33% in energy bills...this is much more efficient than our previous dinosaur. I don't have a picture of the old one, but this one is at the very least 1/3 larger, and I think more. It makes our neighbor's AC unit look small.

I guess I can now say..."ours is bigger than yours!"

So, here's a few more shots of what we just spent a big chunk of money on...