Our jeep has been out of commission for a while. John is working hard to get it road worthy again, but in the meantime we rely on the graciousness of others, thanking God for their kindness. Today I had to get to Belize City, and the only way to get there was on the bus. Here is how to do it:
Step 1- Wake up at 5 am and get ready. Wake Ellis up at 5:30 am, get her ready.
Step 2- Leave at 5:50 by riding a bike, Ellis rides in the baby seat on the back.
Step 3- Park bike at a house near the bus stop where it will be safe.
Step 4- walk some hundreds of yards to the bus stop and wait.
Step 5- Get on said bus and ride down the coastal highway for 13 miles.
Step 6- Get off bus 500 yards from the stop because it’s a school bus and they need to fit the rest of the kids in. So I hoist Ellis on my shoulders and walk.
DETOUR- Pregnant lady has to go to the bathroom. The only one around is the local shop with an outhouse in the back.
Step 7- Wait for the bus with no bus stop. This was challenging with a toddler wanting to run out in the street.
Step 8- Catch the bus and proceed to ride a winding road to Belmopan.
DETOUR- Ellis throws up on me twice.
Step 9- Arrive in Belmopan. I have three minutes to get off the bus rush to the bathroom (yes again) and wipe Ellis mouth.
Step 10- 45 minute drive from Belmopan to Belize City.
Step 11- Arrive in Belize City, take a taxi cab (five minutes for more than the bus ride total) to borrow a car to get me around the city. It is now about 10:15.
From start to finish about 5 hours to get to the city.
Guess what? I MADE IT!! Belizeans do it all the time. This was my first. What a resilient people group, one of the reasons why I love them and admire them. I feel like I got initiated today. Would I do it again? Sure, why not, although I could do without the throw up. I will never forget my trip today, and that is fine by me.