there is such a strange feeling in belize of a mixing or coliding and sometimes even clashing of worlds. as johnny so eloquently put it "you can see someone walking down the road with a razor phone, passing a guy in the street with a machete." you see kids coming out of thatched or board houses, who maybe just got done taking bucket baths and using latrines, with ipods in their ears. kids writing all thier notes in old school notebooks and using texts books from 1972, and then going to surf the net. right on the same road will be a huge overdone resort and then people burning their trash in thier front yards. you'll see a family driving an SUV past a family of 6 on one bicycle. teethless, clueless women on the bus next to kids who worship biance and usher. you can walk into a pristine village, hidden in the jungle. all the kids have worms....but they are getting an internet cafe. this paradox seems to be the running theme.
it's wierd to feel so close to home, but every time to reach out to touch it, it slips away. it's almost there, but not. almost developed, but not. planet wierd.
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