After my speed boat adventure, I had to catch the bus to Punta Gorda, which would then be an overnight stay and a morning ferry to Honduras border(again emphasizing the never ending journey).
When I arrived to the other side of Placencia, there were no buses or taxis there. This is a rare occurrence because usually there is a taxi waiting around to make some money off a tourist. The area was highly questionable to walk with all my stuff. It was a good 3 or 4 miles away and I did not have time to walk because I could end up missing the bus and that would have a domino effect.
This kind man who was answering my questions offered me a ride over to the bus station. I did not want to inconvenience him or waste his gas, but he insisted it was on his way.
We walked out to his car and it was the typical Belizean car with the cracked windshield, missing rims, and paint chipping off in all different areas. The exterior did not matter, but stepping inside was a whole new experience. The seat was collapsed and the whole front consisted of just wires. There was no dashboard or center consul or turn signal or place to put a KEY. We had discussed the bus departing at either 4:00 or 4:15. It was 3:50, which left me focused on the time and just getting there.
To start the car, he made two wires spark together and did not some other maneuvers.
It is possible that a smart person would have maybe not stayed in the car due to, well what's that word, "Safety." That thought did not even cross my mind as I was focused on catching the bus. Also, I trusted that he knew what he was doing. He did apologize for his car and I told him to not worry about it and just expressed my appreciation. He was so sweet that he truly melted my heart.
My biggest thought going through my mind, "This poor man has to drive around with a car that functions like this. This is so unfortunate. People who offer rides driving cars like this can barely put gas in their car, but they care about giving someone a ride? Isn´t that the most beautiful way a being can give? He also had three children at home to feed.
As we drove down the streets, it was an impoverished area and small town with kids running down the streets playing and mothers hanging laundry. It was just a transitional stop and not a touristic city of Belize. It was the reality of Belize-just like MH community.
When we parted ways, he said again he is sorry for his car and he showed me the bus to catch(bus present because he got me there on time).
When I arrived to the other side of Placencia, there were no buses or taxis there. This is a rare occurrence because usually there is a taxi waiting around to make some money off a tourist. The area was highly questionable to walk with all my stuff. It was a good 3 or 4 miles away and I did not have time to walk because I could end up missing the bus and that would have a domino effect.
This kind man who was answering my questions offered me a ride over to the bus station. I did not want to inconvenience him or waste his gas, but he insisted it was on his way.
We walked out to his car and it was the typical Belizean car with the cracked windshield, missing rims, and paint chipping off in all different areas. The exterior did not matter, but stepping inside was a whole new experience. The seat was collapsed and the whole front consisted of just wires. There was no dashboard or center consul or turn signal or place to put a KEY. We had discussed the bus departing at either 4:00 or 4:15. It was 3:50, which left me focused on the time and just getting there.
To start the car, he made two wires spark together and did not some other maneuvers.
It is possible that a smart person would have maybe not stayed in the car due to, well what's that word, "Safety." That thought did not even cross my mind as I was focused on catching the bus. Also, I trusted that he knew what he was doing. He did apologize for his car and I told him to not worry about it and just expressed my appreciation. He was so sweet that he truly melted my heart.
My biggest thought going through my mind, "This poor man has to drive around with a car that functions like this. This is so unfortunate. People who offer rides driving cars like this can barely put gas in their car, but they care about giving someone a ride? Isn´t that the most beautiful way a being can give? He also had three children at home to feed.
As we drove down the streets, it was an impoverished area and small town with kids running down the streets playing and mothers hanging laundry. It was just a transitional stop and not a touristic city of Belize. It was the reality of Belize-just like MH community.
When we parted ways, he said again he is sorry for his car and he showed me the bus to catch(bus present because he got me there on time).
The reality that people have to try and keep their car together in their most creative ways possible.
The reality that some of the nicest people have completely nothing.
The reality that we don't appreciate our transportation enough whether a car or a subway.
The reality that altruism has nothing to do with money
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