Belize Night Life

So, Belize is a really hip place! After crossing the border in great fashion, i.e. smoking a spliff on the bridge into the country and heading directly for the Casino, we went and stayed in Corozal for a night so we could take a ferry to Caye Caulker in the morning. They ferry ride was about three hours total, but we eventually made it to the small island (which was split in half by a hurricane) known as Caye Caulker.

Caye Caulker is small, and full of the typical Caribbean Rastafari. It's not hard to get pot here, and we found some in about five minutes. After having a couple spliffs and checking out the swimming spot, we found the happy hour bars. Now, the first night was fun, but it wasn't anything compared to the second night when we really got our bearings!

The second night we met up with some people we new from Tulum. We had a few beers at a bar, got some dinner, and went to the supermarket to buy a thirty-pack and proceed to wake up everyone in our hotel. After being chastised for the the aforementioned, we walked down a pier that had all these cushions set up for people to sit on. It was a great place to hang out and we consumed the rest of our beer to the sound of ocean water and guitar. Dave finished off the spirits, and in no time was crawling towards whatever girl was closest, or whatever was closest to a girl, until he turned completely ridiculous. When I say that about someone, you know it's bad. I think he was running back to the hotel to roll a spliff, but he didn't make it quite that far. In fact, he only made it about twenty feet or so before he careened off the pier and into the water, and then make a blind grab for the pier in the waist deep water. I wasn't going to help him, but one of the girls, Matilda, went over and I knew that if she tried to get him up she would end up in the drink too. Me and Australian Dave went over and pulled him out of the water, scraping him up the dock in the process. After coming out of the water, he insisted on hanging out while wet even though the wind was blowing and he was freezing. After talking him into leaving, the Australians (Dave and Niel) escorted him back in to the Hotel. It was late by that point, and the booze was gone, so we all decided to head in soon after.

When we got back to the hotel, and next to the room that Dave and the Australians were sharing, we thought we heard running water. Now, since our rooms don't have running water of any sort, we found this to be odd. Upon entering, we found Dave, cock in hand, pissing off the end of his bed on to the wall. We weren't that shocked because of the state he was in, but it did open the doors to a whole lot of fun! I brought out my video camera and electric shaver, and got to work. Well, now Dave is minus his dignity and one of his eyebrows. I was so fucked the night before that I didn't remember shaving his eyebrow, and when I saw him in the morning, I asked "What happened to your eyebrow?" to which he replied "Oh, nothing. I just put a bit of water on it." I then claimed that it was just the lighting that made me think there was something wrong, and he couldn't tell because there are no mirrors anywhere on this island! He eventually found out what had happened, saw the videos, and went through the gamut of emotions. But, it worked out well in the end and we all had a good laugh about it.

I'm thinking about putting the videos up on Youtube, and I'll put the address in this post when I do.

Edit: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f74lK3tSM1Y Enjoy :)

Cheers mates,

Seamus