This morning I woke up very early and very tired and also very very frightened. My host’s partner was taking us out for the day. All he had told me was that the trip involved flying, in a small plane! Even before mum was involved in the Busia Crash I had never trusted those small planes and her situation only confirmed my fears. It had been raining non-stop all night and that had added to my anxiety.
When we arrived at the air strip I discovered that I was actually being flown by members of the Belize Defence Force but the plane still looked small, flimsy and scary. This plane was tiny! It was an eight seater with no aisles and there was even a small puppy that was flying with us too! I did relax when I saw the pilots, they were dressed in their military gear and looked very professional. It was like Top Gun but with an all black cast!
We got into the plane and they checked our seat belts and then they put on their headsets and for the first time I found out where I was going! We were off to Punta Gorda. PG as it is sometimes known as is a loooong loooong way from Belmopan and by car it would take about 6 hours but by air it takes 40 mins.
The flight was uneventful and it was too cloudy to see a thing, it drizzled the whole time we were in PG so I did not get to see much then early afternoon it was back on the plane.
We arrived in Belmopan at 4pm and I was due to attend a banquet at the Youth Hostel at 5pm. I needed to get to the house, change and travel an hour and a half out of Belmopan. Thankfully my host’s partner drove me around and I arrived at 5.30 pm and the banquet did not start until about 7pm!
After the banquet we had planned to travel to San Ignacio for a night of Punta; so it was back on the road again to Belmopan, out of the car and onto the bus that was going to San Ignacio and straight into the club.
We got back to Belmopan at some crazy hour in the morning and I fell asleep straight away.