Beyond the farm and into Honduras

Matt and I originally intended on staying at the farm for only three weeks but we flirted with the idea of staying an extra week to avoid the busy Easter week. In the end we decided to move on so we utilized our short time here in Central America. Also, our bodies and minds are anxious to get home so moving South makes us feel like we are getting closer to home.

Believe in Belize

I realize that my last blog was a bit more interesting to read than most. Here is why… I pre-wrote it.  Most times I´m writing my blog at an internet café and I´m rushed to finish so it isn´t an expensive sit down. At the farm I had a bit more time to write before posting since I wasn´t being charged. However, we have moved on from the farm but I plan on handwriting my post before publishing them so it will continue to be written better and more interesting for you, the readers.

So now for my post…. 

Belize

When we signed up for a farm I thought, “Okay we will wake up at the ass crack of dawn, get dirty with some vegetables while also getting into shape. This is half of what is happening.  We first arrived the 28th of March. After spending a sketchy night in Belize City we started to worry the farm may not be legitimate and we were possibly walking into a tourist trap of some sort. I think a  part of us wanted to go back to Guatemala and get the Hell out of this anomaly of a country. Since there is only one bus per day that goes out to the small town of  Rancho Dolores and it is at 5pm, Matt and I decided to hangout in the only cafe of the dirt road city.  Finally it came time to catch our bus and it was EXTREMELY crowded. After an hour and a half on the bus we arrived to a fork in the road. This was our bus stop. We got out of the bus along with one other single white male. He turned out to also be a  WWOOFer(Willing Workers On Organic Farm stay) going to the same farm as us and just as confused as to what we were supposed to do. As the sun started going down a local man, Alvin, decided he couldn’t leave us at the side of the road and walked us a few kilometers through a tunnel of dense dark jungle foliage, where there sat a lone house with a lantern burning in the window. By the end of the walk we were sure he wanted us to pay him but the farm manager’s boyfriend Justin suddenly arrived in a big American sized Toyota truck and gave him a ride home instead.