Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Settling in at San Ignacio

After 2 long weeks of traveling throughout the beautiful country of Belize, we finally got to settle down in San Ignacio and unpack our bags! No more living out of backpacks or handwriting papers by headlamps! We were reintroduced to the luxuries of life...long hot showers, computers, and WIFI!

Balcony view of West Street
Our home for the next 10 weeks is Martha's Inn. It's like 'Real World Belize'--3 floors of awesome rooms, each with its own balcony looking out over San Ignacio. We realized early on our neighbor recently purchased the new Adele album. She apparently really likes it. To top it off, we're serenaded each night by the lovely sounds of the local karaoke bar.

  Our first day we got the run-down of all the sweet spots around town. Along with a handy-dandy map.Our tour guide for the day: the lovely miss lady black bean. She is a local dog with a spunky personality who follows everyone around (hence her other nickname, shadow).

Jordan & her map of San Ignacio


A few cool spots around San Ignacio. What are you in the mood for?

Ice Cream? ----Sweet Ting or Cayo Twist
     Absolutely delicious soy ice cream and ice coffee that some of us have visited nightly since being    
     here


Burritos? ------ Erva's Restaurant
      Foot-long burritos wrapped in a homemade tortilla, the best in town! 


"Fast food" and on a budget?----Mincho's, 3 tacos for $1 and passion fruit juice




For once we look forward to Monday mornings! Thus begins 5 straight days of amazing Martha's breakfast. The menu includes banana pancakes, breakfast burritos or fresh fruit. Most importantly is Martha's Breakfast Special--eggs, choice of fry jacks or tortilla, beans, fruit, and amazinggg banana bread!









Tortilla making at the market



One of our favorite activities is the market. On Saturdays this is the place to be. You can find any kind of fruit or vegetable you could ever imagine, even better--10 bananas for 50 cents American. The Market is an activity that everyone partakes in. While strolling around the market you can bump into Mennonites selling cheese, Mayan women selling traditional crafts, and foreign backpackers passing through.





Bananas!



















National elections are right around the corner meaning San Ignacio is booming with political activity. Everywhere you look there's blue and white flags for the PUP party or red, white & blue flags for the incumbent UDP party. The other day our usually quiet street was bustling with campaign parades. We expect more rallies and parades in the next few weeks, up until election day on March 7th.

UDP Parade!


The best part of San Ignacio is by far the people. Our first night out with the locals, we attended a bonfire with students from Sacred Heart Junior College at the Crested Caracara Reserve right outside of town. We shared laughs while feasting on a well-rounded meal of sausage, porkchops, and steaks. No forks necessary. It was really great to finally meet some kids our age and kick back and relax. We ended the night singing 4 Non-Blondes accompanied by the lovely Joe Awe on guitar.

 Lastly, our newest group ritual is family dinners every Thursday. Our first meal consisted of eggplant Parmesan, pasta, garlic bread, and candy cake. (Compliments to our chefs, Jordan, Storm & Hayley!) We shared some of fondest memories of our trip thus far, many of which included our goofy bus driver Elias.

--Submitted by John Neri, Jordan Walsh 


Thursday, January 26, 2012

South Water Caye



If you have already read the blog post about Hopkins, and if there is snow on the ground, STOP! DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER! (You might be too jealous.) Just when we thought it couldn’t get any better than our own private beach cabana in the real world Belize--Hopkins style--we get our own island; see I told you not to read any further if currently you are cold with the heat on 65. As we pulled away from the town we had fallen in love with, in the backseats of the van, we had no idea that South Water Caye would be the stuff dreams are made of. We clambered onto a boat, strapped our life vests on, and began to jet across water so blue it made your eyes hurt. After about a half hour of riding the waves, we pulled into the island. There we were greeted with warm smiles and a tour, and our adventure in learning began.

South Water Caye is nestled between two resorts but is nothing like them from what we could tell. There are little private cabanas all made of natural wood and thatched roofs and then a bigger cabana in the center where our dorm was. At no point are you more than a 1 and a half minute walk to the water, and a few of the great opportunities we were able to take advantage of follow: Sunrise and sunset kayak trips; a dock where you could see octopi, stingrays, and turtles swimming by at all times; and volleyball court complete with a built in player in the form of a palm tree. Some pretty serious volley balling took place and Jay showed us his skills as South water Caye’s best baller. The next five days would be jam packed with Dr. Colin Young’s class, Watershed Ecology, and you could say was the perfect pairing of information put to the test by literally submerging ourselves in our topics. Not to mention on top of all this we ate some of the BEST food that is worth detailing later in this entry. Trust me, guys...we couldn’t make this stuff up.

I can’t think of a better setting for a college class to take place than the open air beach bungalow of a classroom at South Water Caye’s International Zoological Expedition (IZE). In Dr. Colin Young’s Watershed Ecology course, we spent every day--usually all day between meals and expeditions--learning about things such as how major deforestation in the rainforest or chemical runoff from a citrus plantation can affect the health of the coral reefs. It is safe to say that every one of us came away from our learning experience on South Water Caye with a greater appreciation for Belize’s ecosystems and the incredible services they provide.

After being enlightened about the riparian rainforest, savannas, wetlands, mangroves, sea grasses and coral reefs in the most beautiful classroom in the world, we had the opportunity to explore the depths of Belize’s vast barrier reef and put our knowledge to use. For some, it was a first to strap on mask, snorkel and fins and be opened to a whole world that exists below sea level. We got to encounter some of the reef’s most exotic and beautiful creatures, from the deadly Lion Fish, to the ferocious Great Barracuda, to the graceful Southern Sting Ray, and with a little help from our great snorkel guides, we could actually identify what we were looking at. Our guides were smarter than us, however, as we were the guinea pigs to test the tempers of the up-side-down jelly fish in our attempt to snorkel through the mangroves. After a few stings here and there, everyone was back in the boat, and the guides, still dry, brought us to a more enjoyable snorkel destination.

Although our experience here couldn’t have gone any better, it was a little bitter to know that these beautiful corals are only a fraction of what they used to be. Rising water temperatures, acid rain, chemical run off, exploitation of other ecosystems and numerous other factors have caused, and continue to cause, major deterioration of Belize’s most beautiful attraction. However, the knowledge we took away from our experience at South Water Caye will allow us to spread the awareness of the importance of environmental conservation.




On our last full day there we said our goodbyes to Colin, who had to catch a boat back to the mainland, and it was bitter sweet to say the least. Bitter because we were saying goodbye for a while to the professor who had facilitated some of the best teaching experiences we have ever had, and also bitter coming to the realization that our time at South Water Caye was about to end. Sweet because we had our first day with no class and we put our game faces on (well Dan put his sun block face on) as we headed out to do some serious lounging on the beach before the surprise fishing trip we would embark on.

The first group went out to do some fishing and came back hours later with over fifty fish in buckets all caught on hand lines. The second group went out and although they caught less fish, were compensated by the boat ride in that was timed perfectly for the sunset, although not timed as perfectly for the rain! We bolted to the dining room out of the downpour and into yet another one of the finest meals imaginable, and this time our dinner was caught with our very own hands.

The food had been beyond amazing before this meal and is worth talking about. The women in the kitchen were always singing and smiling and making magic happen. We ate handmade tamales, fried shrimp, shrimp scampi, yummy hot vegetable soups, and all around beautiful meals. The last night we had the fish we caught baked in butter, baked potatoes, and a coconut cake that melted in your mouth.

Bellies full, some of us climbed into a hammock and slept the night away with the ocean air rocking us all the while. The next morning our island adventure in learning had truly come to a close as we packed our belongings and headed to San Ignacio to set up shop for the next 2 and a half months.

--Submitted by Storm Leland and Dylan Estabrooks   


Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Hop in to Hopkins!

As the family bus rattled and kerpluncked away from the Cockscomb Wildlife Preserve, we wondered with glee what adventures lay beyond the jaguars and waterfalls. After a ride through the supple and sensuous, rolling valleys of the Maya Mountains, we were delivered to the breathtaking savannahs of lowland Belize, until arriving at our final destination. As we drove through the sandy streets of Hopkins Village, our sweaty faces were glued to the bus windows, taking in the scenery of our long awaited paradise. The family said, "bring it on!" (Bz Family, 2012).
GETTIN INTO THE GARIFUNA GRIND
Perfumed flowers
Sun shining for hours
Happy childrens' faces
Heather taking new paces
Into the crystal blue sea
Her first encounter, feeling free
Straws in coconuts
"Thank god these aren't cahune nuts"
Garifuna drummers goin' nuts
UVM kids shakin' their butts
Dylan's spicy moves
Launched us into Hopkin's nighttime grooves
Scrumptious barbeque, HAPPINESS STEW


Real World Belize

Jay did not expect his eardrums to be blown out upon showing the girls their home for the next 2 nights. Every time a door was opened to reveal a new bedroom a chorus of screams would ensue. You could say we were kind of excited.

Picturesque

Some lovely flores adorning our walkway

Babysitter's Club

We had a gaggle of local nuggets showin' us the ropes. This is Anson.

"Coo Coo For Coconuts!" (The Coco Boys, 2012)

So, Hopkins was pretty laid back. It was so great for the family to get in some needed r&r. But let me tell you, chopping the tops off those coconuts and making them into drinking utensils was very strenuous!

HALLELUJAH

Our German hosts sure knew how to cook! Promptly at 7, this glorious feast awaited us. Succulent grilled meats, scrumptious tropical fruits, and an abundance of vegetables meant it was surely to be an evening of indulgence. 

Blazing Trails, no pun intended

The following morning, we were lucky to receive a personal tour about the colorful community of Hopkins. A few of us bought some conch jewelry from a local vendor. While we were stopped, we witnessed a plump, Texan tourist on a golf cart pull over and pay a little girl on her bike a dollar to take her picture. It was weird. The only thing sustainable about that development was how uncomfortable we felt. Am I right, or am I right?

Go Fish

A depiction of Hopkin's traditional fo' eva fishin' flow.
Hopkins is a Garifuna Village, technically meaning it is inhabited by the descendants of African explorers to the Lower Antilles in the 1300s and the Arawak natives of the West Indies. Their heritage is little known and utterly remarkable. Today, Garifuna culture spans coastal settlements throughout Nicaragua, Belize, and Honduras. These souls of the sea are known for their food, music, dance, language, and vibrancy.

CocoCrustYaNuts!

Our mouths are watering reminiscing about the delicious coconut crust we ate at the Belfuna Bakery. This vibrant women's cooperative employs primarily single mothers in Hopkins Village. Making use of old ovens with innovative baking techniques, the women of Belfuna have intentions of expanding their beachfront enterprise to include a medicinal garden and affordably priced cabana rentals. Our charming  hostess tickled the cockles of our hearts and left the whole family hungry for more!

Ted Talks: ideas worth spreading

Ted McKoy, our tour guide and Hopkins wiseman, delivered a heady lecture about what community development means for his seaside, Stann Creek village and the rest of the Caribbean. Ted's the name, social media and communication is the game.
To learn more, visit his websites:

Bust a Move
 


The whole family got to rock out on the deck of our casa to a private show from a local Garifuna band and their junior buddy. They have been breaking out of Belize with recent international 
gigs to perform Punta percussion. Punta is the traditional music and dance of the Garifuna people. Each of us got a chance to play the bass drum with the rest of the band. Then we danced!


We were all sad to leave Hopkins. Despite the challenge it faced of revitalizing local players in the tourism economy, Hopkins was a proud community striving to develop on its own terms. 
We will surely find our way back to the melodious voices, warm smiles, inspiring minds, and open hearts of the dear people who made our visit to Hopkins Village so memorable.

This blog entry was brought to you by Demelza Levick and Julia Prince. 02/21/2012


Monday, January 23, 2012

Cockscomb Basin Jaguar Reserve


            As we packed up our belongings (as well as Jordan’s, Alyson’s and Diana’s) and said our goodbyes to Faustino and the gang, the exuberant UVM crew was ready to head to Cockscomb Basin Wildlife Sanctuary.  We arrived at Cockscomb just in time for lunch, where our gracious host, Julio, greeted us.  This was the first meal we ate outside of Laguna in four days.  We were served with the traditional Belizean dish of beans and rice, accompanied by chicken and refreshing lime juice.  I think I saw Mel tear up when she realized she wasn’t going to be able to eat her favorite dish of cahune.  With our stomachs stuffed to the brim, we hopped in the bus and traveled down the long and windy road into the jungle.  The group was shown to their accommodations for the night.  After four days of separation, the boys club was once again reunited.  While some unloaded the gear, others marveled at the discovery of flushing toilets.  The relaxation was short lived, as we had a full night of activities ahead of us. 
Shortly after Dr. Isabelle’s presentation on our animal profiles, we inhaled aquick dinner (much to the delight of Elias) and prepared for the night hike.  Headlamps on, pants tucked into socks, raincoats zipped up as far up as they could go, and coated on bug spray, we were ready to hit the trail.  Our guide Julio led us into the jungle in hopes of catching a glimpse of the elusive jaguar.  As we “silently” trundled through the woods, we came across a fresh jaguar paw print placed perfectly in the mud.  “We just missed him,” said Julio.  Although we did not see any jaguars, we did witness the cat-like reflexes of Elias jumping up after falling down a small hill.  But the hike was not in vain as we also saw a tapir track and a kinkajou. 
The next morning we awoke, only to realize something was missing; the obnoxious crowing of a rooster that had received numerous death threats from people finding themselves wide awake at 4 o’clock in the morning.  Shortly after, we sat down to a much-anticipated breakfast of Raisin Bran and Corn Flakes to gain our strength for the hike up to Ben’s Bluff.  Not much was said as we trudged up the mountain, focusing on nothing but careful foot placement.  When we finally reached the top, we were rewarded with a spectacular view of Mt. Victoria and the majestic landscape of Belize.  It was not the same without our three missing compadres, but we knew they were there in spirit.  After spending ample time at the top, we started back down towards home base (for that night at least).  We made a quick detour so we could stand underneath the supple waterfall and cool off.
--Submitted by Dan Devlin

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Laguna, Toledo District

Toledo Ecotourism Association

Arrival in Laguna, Toledo District

TEA Guesthouse
After a great first few days in Chaa Creek we were sad to be leaving so quickly but excited for our next destination. We drove the bus several hours to Toledo, where we would be staying four nights in a Mayan village called Laguna. Laguna is a small village of only a few hundred people. Most of the villagers practice subsistence farming and use very limited technology (some recent additions include  a community phone, lighting in homes, and stoves and ovens are pretty common). Laguna has an amazing charm and the people there are incredibly welcoming. They had guest accommodations for us, two houses one that slept ten and one that slept four. We slept in bunk beds underneath a bug net that we all affectionately (and some not so affectionately as the nets would lay on their faces as they slept) referred to as our "pupas" (the term Belizeans use for a caterpillar's cocoon). The guest house also had a small outdoor room with a roof but no walls, that we used to hold lectures for Prof. Filiberto's Development and Indigenous Peoples course.

Some of us got to try ourhand at making tortillas during one of the dinners
We ate almost all of our meals in a local home, where the host/hostess would make us a meal by hand. The meals were particularly fun because they were the ideal time to ask questions of the locals that were hosting and get to hear some of their stories and opinions about their culture and what they think the future holds for the Maya. Meal time was also known for food, of course. Many of us enjoyed the food, at least at first, and were amazed by the homemade tortillas which knock any brand name tortilla at home out of the water. Unfortunately as certain dishes (*cough*cough*cohune palm*) became rather common in our diets, our initial interest in trying local foods began to fade and a few members were unfortunate enough to get sick ( I believe you will be hearing more of their experience later so I will leave it at that).


While in Laguna we often spent our days going on small field trips and our nights in lectures (more like discussions) with Filiberto and reading/reflecting as per his assignments. We were constantly busy, finding a very careful balance between work and fun. Below, Melanie and I (Molly) are going to tell you a little more about some of our experiences and field trips while in Laguna.


Sebastian and one of his cacao trees
What: Tour of Cacao and Corn Farm
Where: Laguna
Why: Development and Indigenous Peoples course

During our time in Laguna we were lucky enough to take a tour of some of the community members’ local farms. First, we visited Sebastian’s Cacao farm, which was left to him by his father. We trudged down a muddy path just down the road from our guesthouse and into a beautiful wooded area. The farm was full of cacao trees filled with fresh ripe fruit, easily identified by their yellow color. 

Julia breaking cracking the cacoa in half
Sebastian allowed us to help harvest some of the cacao. We broke the big yellow fruits in two by hitting them against one another until they cracked. When you opened the fruit you could see the row of seeds, covered in a white almost jelly-like skin and bunched in a way that made it appear almost like corn on the cob. We  sucked on the seeds while they were still in their skin. They had a sweet yet sour taste like a jolly-rancher.  We were done we spit the sucked seeds into a bucket that would later go through the many steps involved in turning those seeds into chocolate. 
Cleared farm land



Dan chewing on sugarcane
After touring Sebastian's farm, another community member gave us a tour of his farm. He grew corn, beans, onions,  and sugarcane. His field had recently been cleared for growing. We saw the corn he had harvested and he cut us each off a piece of sugarcane to chew on. It was sweet, as you may have guessed by the name, and I liked it much more when I realized you were just supposed to chew on it then spit it out rather than eat it.
Dylan splitting a palm used to make a  thatch roof

The farm trips were incredibly fun- probably a once in a lifetime experience- but also very tiring. By the  time we got back to the guesthouse we were all muddy, sweaty, covered in bug bites and ready for food. It really made you realize what hard work taking care of those farms must be. 


What: Toledo Cacao Growers' Association, Maya Leaders' Alliance, TumulK'in, and Blue Creek
Where: Punta Gorda
Why: Development and Indigenous Peoples course

January 11, 2012 was a day filled with impressive individuals who are pursuing meaningful lifestyles. 

Walking up to the Blue Creek Cave
First we visited the Maya Leadership Alliance and listened to the chairman talk about the Maya people's constant struggle for land ownership with the Belizean government. On July 28th, 2010, the Maya celebrated their victory as the courts declared that they have customary land rights that are protected by the constitution and must be held inviolate. Unfortunately the prime minister responded by saying that the Belizean government will appeal the decision. In the meantime the government has drawn up a ten-point agreement outlining how it will respect the Maya’s land tenure. The chairman, Mr. Coy, passed around the beautiful scroll and we each took turns reading the document. While we all admired the scroll, he began to explain that the government continues to violate Maya land rights. It was incredible to see the poise the chairman showed when talking about the Belizean government's violations. The Maya people are completely dependent on their land, which is the basis of their entire livelihood; knowing this made the chairman’s poise incredibly impressive!
Alyson getting a weaving lesson from Mrs. Theresa

Our next stop was the Toledo Cacao Growers Association (TCGA), where we heard about how the Association helps farmers start organic cacao farms. The TCGA is a good example of an external force that promotes sustainable use of the land as well as local economic gain. We tasted some chocolate that was so delicious, it’s almost as if I hadn’t had real chocolate until that point.

We loaded onto the bus and headed to Tumul K’in at Blue Creek. We bumped up the road and arrived to an impressive thatched roof and beautiful music being played by Selvin, a Tumul K’in graduate who now works there. He and Esther, the principal of the school, explained that Tumul K’in learning center is a non- governmental Maya organization that promotes identity development through intercultural education. To graduate the program, students complete three and a half years of classes and an internship project aimed at improving a local community. They vow to combat poverty through education that promotes responsibility and appreciates life, to respect each other and--above all--the community. Seeing the program at Tumul K’in was a much needed inspirational lift after seeing the desire for more education options expressed by children in the villages. We all left very impressed and hopeful!
Rope swing and platform jump at Blue Creek
Next, we met Silvano Sho, a tour guide from Blue Creek, who took us on a magical hike into the jungle. The deeper we went into the forest, the more unreal the scenery became. Finally we arrived at the mouth of the Blue creek cave. Silvano led the way and jumped right into the cool water; one by one we followed until we were all in the water! As we swam deeper into the cave, it became darker and darker.  Silvano explained that for thousands of years the running water from Blue Creek cut into the limestone, creating the large pockets that we were swimming in. After spending some time in the dark cave and bumping up against some slimy rocks, we decided to return. On the way back we stopped at a rope swing and raised platform. We each took turns jumping into the water off the rope swing (some with more grace than others), until our hands hurt from swinging and our mouths from smiling. We all then hopped back on the bus, with faithful Elias in the driver's seat, and bumped our way out of Blue Creek while watching the sun set over the Maya mountains. 


Washing our laundry in the creek






Playing soccer with the local kids




Written by: Melanie Daly and Molly Nagel








Sunday, January 15, 2012

Macal River Camp

Our leetle morning friend the scorpion!

At the airport in Belize City, we met our driver Juice and piled into what would become our much loved white van with all of our baggage stowed at the back to begin our three hour journey from Belize City to the Macal River Camp. Amazingly, everyone had arrived on time and had not been separated from their luggage.  Julia Prince had been the final arrival of the group, flying in around 4pm. As we headed out across the tropical savannah and into the jungle, the sun began to set.  This was our first acquaintance with the Belize landscape, its road bumps at every town, its people waiting at the bus stops, its fluorescent Belikin signs at every bar and convenience store, and its houses of many colors.

Along the way, we passed through San Ignacio and got a little peek at Martha’s Inn standing taller than its neighbors and overlooking a park.  Our excitement heightened.  This would be our home in two and a half months when our days of perpetual travel would come to a close.  We moved on into the night and made our way up the steep and bumpy road to the Macal River Camp.  The van was only capable of going so far until a pickup had to come fetch our luggage and we walked the rest of the way.  When we reached the palm thatched awning at the center of the camp,  we were reunited with our belongings, met the manager Docio and his family, and were fed our first delicious three course meal.  After dinner, we made ourselves at home in our casitas with their kerosene lamps and found our way to the outhouses and showerhouse by flashlight.  Each casita had a porch with a hammock and four cots.  The windows were screened, and the wet and humid weather had dampened our beds.  After our long day of traveling, we were happy to sink into them and listen to the sounds of the jungle, which could be a little unsettling at times.

Jordan learning about flora and fauna at the natural history museum

In the morning, we got our first real look at our surroundings and were greeted by the sound of a troop of howler monkeys from the tree tops at 7AM.  The whole camp came alive.  For a second we wondered whether we had been dropped in Jurassic Park.  They continued on with their territorial whoops for an hour as we prepared for breakfast, which would be declared by the ringing of the 8:30 bell. We returned to the open-air, thatched roof dining hall and marveled at its beautiful architecture, its simple and practical design.  We sat as families at three tables and shared beautiful platters of freshly cut banana, papaya, pineapple, and watermelon before receiving our main course of tortillas, beans, and eggs. 

  Diana, Jordan and John washing dishes after lunch

                                                                    
Our days at the Macal River Camp passed quickly.  We walked the jungle trail alongside the steep bank of the Macal River several times a day to reach the sister resort, Chaa Creek.  There, we checked out their Natural History Museum, Blue Morphos Butterfly Farm, and Medicinal Trail.  And, when we had a little free time and needed to cool down, we would dive into the infinity swimming pool there.  


There were moments in the first few days that felt unreal, as though we were a part of the Animal Kingdom in Disney World. When we saw turkey vultures hovering in the sky above the Macal River, flocks of egrets launching off of trees into the sky and smelled the river water, reality began to sink in. After our first day of classes on Sunday, we went out onto the Macal River with our Ridges to Reef professor, Colin Young. This was our first experience out in the field for class and it was absolutely spectacular. Using the canoes provided by Chaa Creek, we paddled upstream on the Macal River, listening to Professor Young identify birds, plants and reptiles. If you’ve ever wanted to meet someone who knows everything about everything, then you should come to Belize and meet Colin Young. At one point we were told to look up high in a tree for an orange body. Once we spotted it, we were told that we were looking at a male Green Iguana basking in the sun. His body was orange, rather than green because it was mating season and his vibrant color is used to attract potential lady friends.  As we progressed up the river on our first paddling excursion, we faced patches of fast-moving waters. Everyone made it past the first one with only a few beads of sweat dripping down their face, but the second was more challenging. As we approached rapids we began our 1,000 strokes per minute with Viking-like effort, but we quickly became newborns single handedly paddling a Dragon boat. The Macal River won the battle.  As we made our smooth voyage back, Belize continued to reveal its natural wonders including limestone rock faces, a gigantic Ceiba tree (sacred Mayan tree), and riparian vegetation on the banks of the river.

Class on the Macal River


Storm and Dan learning from their tour guide about Belize's flora at the Botanic Gardens
On our third day at Chaa Creek, we went on our second canoeing excursion on the Macal River to the Botanic Gardens. After our first canoe trip, we knew to get out of our canoes when we hit the rapids, rather than be pulled like lifeless ducks down the river. There was something really amazing about paddling up the river to get to our destination, rather than having to rely on our bus to get us there. Lucky for us, the sun decided to shine down onto us as we paddled up the river, which was very unusual for the frequent rainforest downpours we had been experiencing. It was was the first full day that our pasty Vermont skin experienced the hot tropical sun.  Mother Nature definitely wanted us to feel her warmth! When we arrived at the Botanical Gardens, we were greeted by a monumental off-white limestone rock face. Feeling tiny doesn’t even begin to describe what it felt like looking up at the formation. Once we walked up the stone path to the Botanical Gardens, we were greeted by our two tour guides who provided us with very interesting information about the flora of Belize.

The gang during Meg's Intercultural Competence class
We learned that there are around 300 native species of orchids in Belize, which are primarily located on trees along river banks. We were able to see several orchids high up in the trees during our canoe on the Macal River. Orchids are epipyhtes, plants that have a mutualistic relationship with trees.  Another tree that we were shown was the Guanacaste tree. It’s a very fast growing tree, with a short lifespan of about 100 years. The Guanacaste tree has “tanks” on them that store water that animals use as a source of water. We were also shown the Bay Leaf Palm tree, which is the most common palm leaf used for roof thatching. Belizeans believe that constructing a roof within 3 days of a full moon is the best way to ensure that the roof is long lasting. 

After a packed five days at Chaa Creek, we finally had to say good bye to our riverside jungle oasis to move onto our second destination in Belize. From the delicious food, howler monkey alarm clock, canoe trips on the Macal, introduction to our three teachers, incredible wildlife and the heart warming hospitality of the family running the camp, our commencement of life in Belize for the next three months couldn’t have been sweeter.


Submitted by Alyson Wall and Heather Snow

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Everone arrives on time!

The weather gods smile on us, as everyone arrives on the 14th and we head west to the Cayo District.