A lone snorkeler navigates the water, his black fins rhythmically beating against the waves. A lean brown Shepard mix runs along the shore, passing by a worker from the construction site next door who is asleep in my hammock. I say my hammock but it’s really the resort’s. It is where I took my nap yesterday and I have been anticipating becoming intimate with it again today.
I’m staring holes in the back of his head but I don’t think my laser vision is working today. Since he seems to be the only worker, and he sleeps away the afternoon, it makes since that he has been hammering away at this building since June.
I am fresh from a shower. Today has been a day of pampering. A Cucumber Facial and a Manicure/Pedicure. I even splurged and had small white flowers painted on the red nail polish on my big toes. The pedicure was the best I have ever had in my life. It had the standard nail clipping, filing, painting and soaking. In addition they sand and polish the bottom of my feet, applying a stimulating scrub and then wrap my feet in hot towels. That is followed by lotion and massage. (sigh)
Yes, you are right. I am no longer at the Jungle Dome. Yesterday Paul and I said goodbye to our new group of fellow travelers at the Dome (a couple from New Zealand, that live in London; a couple from Tacoma, and two couples from Alberta, Canada). They are all at the beginning of their adventures and I am jealous of all the new experiences they are about to enjoy.
Roy, from the Almond Beach/Jaguar Reef Resort, picked us up at 11A to begin the two hour journey to Hopkins. Hopkins is just south of Dangriga, which is located in the southern part of the country (everybody calls this area southern Belize but if you look at the map its central Belize—go figure). The ride, mostly along the Hummingbird Highway, is beautiful and reminiscent of Kauai. They even have a Sleeping Giant mountain. The Hummingbird Highway is relatively new, only paved in the last 12 years. Roy used to travel this road from Belize City to see his grandmother in Hopkins when he was younger. He said it took six hours and if the rivers were too high to cross you had to try again later.
Our room at the resort is a beachfront cabana, big and spacious. It has a king sized bed and two Murphy beds, plus a little sitting area (couch and two chairs). The veranda is huge with a four top table and two lounges. Stairs lead from the porch to my beloved hammock and the ocean just ten feet away.
What a peaceful way to end our vacation. (The dog mentioned at the beginning of my post just came up on the veranda for some love, laying his head on my lap and looking dolefully at me with his big brown eyes.)