Cesna 280s

i am in punta gorda, via maya island airlines, pictured here. this is the furthest southern town in all of belize.

the flight was harrowing. that's actually a lie as it was a totally calm flight without even any turbulance. we landed in three places during the flight. it's like a bus-plane. :) three take offs and three landings on airstrips that are as long as a typical american driveway and surrounded on three sides by water. i'll never be afraid to land at boston's logan aiport (surrounded by water as well) again. if i never fly in a tuna-can-airplane again it will be too soon. the older i get the more scared i am of flying. it sucks.

i am headed out tomorrow a.m. at 6am to the village of laguna. the dude here at nature's way guest house (who is older and american and has been in belize for i think 30 years plus) was one of the founder's of the ecotourism program. he recommended laguna specifically. i'll be back here on monday and then i'm headed north.

off to enjoy the sea breeze even though it's gotta be 100 degrees here and then to eat something. i haven't eaten since my scrambled eggs, tortilla and sausage breakfast on the beach this morning. life is tough.