We´re Jammin Jammin

English was back, but I was still speaking Spanish. I was not sure if I was ready to switch to Creole English so quickly. It was again a lot of culture shock.I asked about the bus and they said it would be coming in 15 minutes. I went to buy a water from a couple happy looking Pakistani guys, They looked eager to chat and immediately they asked where I was from and I told them guess. Well, I maybe chose the wrong question because their guess was loud and confident, "China." They looked so innocent and naive in their response I had no room for any comments and I just let it ride, "Sure I'm Chinese and I recognized that you were Pakistani." This was just adding to the already strange day.

What could make a day even stranger one may ask?

Well when a Bob Marley red, green, and yellow school bus shows up blasting reggae and you realize that's your bus-strange.  People load onto the bus and the conductor is very sweet and looks extra excited for his job this day. He looks like he may have had a special brownie for lunch along with those reggae bus beats.  

I hop on looking around like a complete tourist.  The people are just staring at me like, "Is this girl on the wrong bus?" I sat down in my own seat keeping my backpack on so I am ready to get off the bus when she shouts off my stop.  

Off we go  and "We're Jammin literally." We're jammin to Bob Marley going about 60mph. The bus is full and smells like burnt engine oil and fried chicken. People all have their fans waived on their face and the heat is creating more of an odor on the bus.  The drivers seat is bouncing up and down hydraulics style." I'm waiting for Snoop dog to show up and offer to "Pimp the Ride."

The thought is crossing my mind. "Why did I leave Guatemala again?" It's not that there is something wrong, but Belize is different and it is definitely in a league if its own.

While driving it seemed that after we went through the city, everything became very remote. It was just a village after a village and a few random restaurants. 

This remote stop just happened to be my stop.  The nice conductor gives me my bag. I say, "Thank you" and she says, "Your welcome baby cakes." 

Here goes Baby Cakes to the new adventure at Monkey Bay Wildlife Sanctuary...