It’s Friday. I am still freezing in Miami and will be for another two + hours. I am doing what what travellers have been doing since time began. Charging my cell phone and blogging. I found a rather not so nice spot to get some juice. There is a chair to sit in so I can consider myself lucky.
I am trying to recreate the last fifteen minutes of blogging. Fucking Miami airport is freezing. And I hate it. And the wi fi does not exist. So I lost all my work for the last fifteen minutes. Sink Florida into the Atlantic. No one cares. I hate this place.
I have switched places to a charging station at my gate. The last flight left and freed up space. Fortunately there is an AC outlet blowing on me so I can stay extra cold while charging. I hate this place. Just sayin.
There are no exciting pictures in an airport. None. Lots of tired people, suitcases and bored workers. Woo hoo! I need to leave Miami. Dear God, I will be a nice boy forever if you can get me to my destination sooner. Please.
I will abandon my phone and charger and go to Starbucks. Saw one on my walk here. I need hot coffee to dip my fingers in so I can continue to type. It’s all that is keeping me sane. And, today, it’s hot coffee I need. Love ice coffee but I fear it would freeze solid before I was able to drink it. I will save ice coffee for Belize City or San Pedro. I can already imagine being there. The AC is not set on polar, like here.
Airports are good for people watching at least. Of course you are not supposed to stare. You have to be kind of coy about it and never get caught. If you can pull it off it’s a regular freak show. I mean American Horror Story like freaks. And the outfits these folks wear, I mean did they get dressed in the dark? Someone needs to tell their moms to not dress them that way. The guy in front of me works out. Shirt has cut sleeves. Workout pants. Athletic shoes. Hey, buddy, you are flying on an airplane. No gym here. Hair is dyed black cuz he is vain and 70 years old. Fooling no one. I would love to take a picture but privacy, you know. I wonder how many people look at me and think “what a weirdo”? None! I thought you were my friends. All the “other” people are freaks. Sheesh.
Another freak sat down across from me. He is openly staring at everyone. Creeper. Watch your children. Strange, but you never know.
I am 1:30 away from departure. Leave Miami behind. My return trip goes through Houston. Which, by the way, is a lot like Miami but they don’t freeze you out. Houston is really a slum for the most part. Not a nice city, even in the fancy downtown. I have spent way too much time in Houston and I am glad I don’t go anymore. The Woodlands, 20 or so miles away from Houston, is a beautiful place. Especially being next to Houston which makes it even prettier. Of course, when traveling you never leave the airport. So I won’t be enjoying the sights.
One hour to departure. 30 mins to boarding, though I am group 8 and board last. The privledge of the infrequent traveler. These are assigned seats so it hardly matters. But it is really fun to watch people line up like it’s festival seating at a concert. I do not get that. Reminds me of driving in traffic and another driver has to pass you as if it will actually do them any good. This is why I live far from other people. So I don’t shoot them. Just kidding.
Well I made it to Belize. Kind of a let down. Worked my way through customs easily. Unlike last time when bro in law Vince had a clip full of ammo in his bag he forgot about. Oops. They wanted to put him in jail for seven days. Dumb ass. We all quickly exited customs when they stopped him. This time he was not an idiot. He can learn new things.
My plane arrived 30 mins later than scheduled. I was supposed to be in before my sister Dorienes group arrived. But they beat us into town. So I could not greet them at the gate as they arrived. But they were surprised when I tapped my sister on the shoulder. 
I had told no one wI was coming. That’s my sister Dorie standing facing the camera, the blond seated behind her is Jodie Jewell. And some of the others.
There is a 15 min flight from here, Belize City, to the Caye. A caye is like an island. The “airline” misplaced three bags on the trip. Are you f…ing kidding? They said they would have them in twenty minutes. And magically they found them. From the plane:
You cam also see how small the plane is.
So now we are in the process of trying to rent golf carts. Primary transport here. The import duty on cars is murder. So few cars. Whereas the duty on golf carts is only manslaughter. Lol. The carts have really rough suspension. And the streets are full of speed bumps and drainage ditches. And a lot of the streets are cobblestone. So the rides are not smooth at all. At night you can miss these hazards because the headlights are dim. Adds to the fun. And my eyesight sucks besides. We managed three carts for a week and negotiated a good price with insurance included.
Steve, Vincent and I stayed behind to handle the rentals. The rest of the crew went to the Mata Rocks hotel and checked in. My room:
We drove the carts back to he hotel with minimal issues. It’s real damn hot here. I can use some lunch. And a cool drink and a swim. In the ocean. 
I went with Steve and Vincent to get chicken, rice and beans. Belize national dish. I’m hungry too. Then I am going to have a nap.
Three hour nap and I still feel like poop. But I got some sleep. The power went out today and the AC was not working. So I napped in a sauna, basically.
When I got up I had to return half a dozen phone calls. No one is honoring m vacay. Of course, no one knew.
Julie wanted to eat dinner, it is already seven pm. So we walked next door. Her husband Kevin and my sissie went along. I ordered chicken, rice and beans for the second time today. Traditional Belize meal. I like it. I had a really punch too. National drink of Belize.
After dinner we went back to the hotel and went to bed.
Almost forgot. You will never know the players without a program. So, Doriene (Dorie) and Vincent (don’t call him Vince!) my sister and bro in law from Huntington Beach; Steve and Jodie Jewell from Georgia she is my sissy’s co worker and friend and he is the permanent plus one; Kevin and Julie friends and neighbors of Dorie; and last your narrator, third wheel, me. Good night.
😊👍🏻🏝 So jealous!!