Belizean Lotharios, it can happen

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!