Jungle and Sea - random notes

We took a trip up to Mayflower National Park. 4 miles down a very muddy road, this park is pretty undeveloped. Even the ruins are of the "seemingly random piles of stones covered with trees and bush" type, that said, more ruinous than usual. A few kilometers hiking up hill through dense jungle on a very, very muddy trail boroughs to some huge waterfalls, and a nice little swimming hole. 

We drove up to Dangriga, a more active river-harbor town, and had some street food: "fry tacos" at a quarter a piece, and BBQ chicken with the ubiquitous beans and tortilla. As we sat beside the river enjoying lunch, a local Rasta type inquired about where we were staying whether we wanted to rent a boat to get to the Cayes, and if we were intereted in some really high-grade shit. 

On the way to Placencia, we saw this road sign, as the road swoops through the landing path of the local airport. The gates (hopefully) come down when an aircraft was approaching...

One day, we are lounging on the beach in the shade of a palm tree, when the tree began to rustle. Thinking this interesting, I watched as the rustling increased and not one, but two large iguana dive-bombed us out of the tree. They seemed none the worse for wear for their 20-foot fall, and one was even a little huffy that I would be there when he fell, but he was all threat display, and no threat.

But most of our time has been spent eating and drinking at sea-side shacks,

Or sitting at the beach, staving off boredom:

Life is not too difficult. However Belize has managed to do something no other place or person has ever done: turn me off of beer. I 've tried to like it but Belikins has made it impossible. I tried the Premium, the Stout, and even a special holiday brew they pump out called the Sorrel Stout, which is flavored with, amongst other things, Sorrel, which is a sweet herb that has laxative effects. Just what I am looking for in a beer.