Central & North America

Making friends with the locals.

The train ride along the length of the Panama Canal was something else (see below). As was the bloke in Georgetown, Guiana who said, "hey man, why has your ship stopped here? No ships stop here unless they've got something wrong like disease or engine trouble". Glynn (bass) then bought a local paper -
HEADLINE
"young boy shot from behind whilst he stoops to relieve himself by the side of the road"
We hot tail it to the local market to shouts of "hey white boy" (everybody there is incredibly suntanned) - Glynn announces "BLEND IN". Glynn, or Pirate Jack as we know him, then bought a bandana in the colours of the Guianan flag which went down brilliantly with the locals whom we then idled the time away with in a bar drinking beer.

A wee island off Belize where we went snorkelling whilst avoiding the fishing pelicans.

Belize City, putting it politely, is not a place to write a postcard about, but whilst Glynn was trying to have his picture taken behind a bar - one of these things he likes to do - he asked if he could have a beer mat to take home - another thing he likes to do, to go with his stickers from beer bottles from around the world. The barman promptly gave him an unopened packet of about 80 beer mats. "What am I to do with all these beer mats?", says Glynn. Having no local currency & needing some postcards - another thing he does in every port - we went into the only shop/shack open on a Sunday. "Oo they're nice postcards will you take some beer mats in exchange", the shop lady with the widest smile you will ever see promptly snatched the beer mats from Glynn & said "deal, I'll be able to sell these for about 10 for a $1". Just don't tell the barman up the road!!!!!!