I’m cold, like its early fall when the dew leads to fogs and
frogs speaking of frosts to come. Only this fog will not lead to frosts, not
ever, and I am reminded of this as a large group of yellow and green parrots
squawk at each other in the tall palms surrounding my little house. Believe me
when I tell you at 6 am, the novelty of those parrots runs dry.
Loving this place is not such a hard thing to manage with
it being like a butterfly house, but there is so much to protect oneself from,
and it’s not just the BIG ass spiders even if they hop away from you in fear like
furry crabs. Oh and as I side note: I killed my first massive roach! I was not
scared other than it would get away, which I could not allow that so I smashed
it with my plastic container of sugar. Now that’s ironic, roach killed by sugar.
I digressed, where were we? Ah yes, I was talking about
love and caution in Belize. Bugs aside, there is an unfortunate plague
that has hit the once sweet and laid back Belize. At the core there is simple
greed rippling an effect of consequence birthing The Belizean Lothario. With the
highest concentration from the Rastafarian community, they are best known as hustlers but if one is
honest, they are most certainly prostitutes. The women (likely white) who participate in these
arrangements glide into a false sense of romanticism to make-believe this a give
and take relationship. The scales will tip away from her when its realized that
the sex is rather nice but not worth the mess a man leaves in his wake of just
getting ready to go sell his bamboo wares with you left behind to pay the bill.
There is always a pitch after painfully obvious public
displays of interest. The pickup lines are all so sweet and so very Rasta. I
know little of the Rastafarian way but intend to learn more as this little
entry here is the foundation for an article I am writing as an in depth look at
this practice that I see so well practiced on the streets of San Ignacio and
Caye Caulker.
Back to the cool beauty of this morning and my doing something novel and not to be done often, but I am to wear a scarf to
downtown. I’m sure the Sun will come out to mock me and I will stick my tongue out and show him I know how to wear layers... fuck you mo-fo!
