Two months in Mexico travel blog

view of bay in back of Chetumal sea wall. Worth one picture...

monument for rebirth of the town being rebuilt after the hurricane in...

Chetumal streets. Town has been rebuilt several times from hurricane damage

Chetumal was rebuilt in 1898, 1955 and in 2002 to mention a...

inside of really nice resturant I ate while in Chetumal, clean, good...

great iron door on main street of Chetumal

police truck with strange shape bed cover on back covered in plastic...

wonderful statue relief on plaza with ancient mayan woman, new modern child...

shoe shine at the market area

market on plaza, you name it, it is probably for sale here

open air internet cafe in hallway of market on plaza

Even Our Lady had a place at the market. Wish I had...

It´s not McDonalds, it´s McMayans. lady at gas stove, no clue whats...

the meat market, what can I say that I haven´t said before

It hangs out and oozes over the edge

The man threw the dog a bone, good for him

veggie vendor waving at me.

more fruit and veggies

more veggies next to the kids plastic toys

Attention!! Butts up and accounted for

Absoultly no dignity left at all. And no head either

Day in Chetumal: Dec 13

After driving back to Chetumal from Bacular this morning, I checked back into my flea bag hotel and I spent several hours trying to find a place to get the photos put on a CD disk. Having no luck at that or finding out how to get a tour to Belize from Chetumal, which doesn't seem to exist, I gave up and went back to the place I use the Internet on my first day here. I found he had the equipment to put the pictures on CD. He did that in 15 minutes and I spent the next 8 hours here getting caught up on as many pictures I could load. I'm fried and I giving it up for the night.

I also think the Universe is telling me to stay out of Belize as I am finding it so hard to try and get in. So, that is that. I chose to skip the two sites I didn't see close to Kohunlich in favor of finishing the picture upload before I move on to Tulum on Thurs. I may regret it later, but the volume of pictures is so big and who knows if the bushes of Tulum and Coba may be devoid of Internet facilities.

This is really a more modern town than I expected, a little dustier than Merida, due to the road construction, but not crusty and dirty. Just a lot of street work going on and a million taxis using the unpaved streets. Not too many bicycles here. Ladies dress modern and hardly any hupilis are seen. This city sits right on the bay and has some fishing. Can't figure out what the rest of the people do that don't sell shoes or telephones. I walked the main street several times and looked in a good many stores. It was interesting to find that the Daewoo Company that makes cars also makes washing machines. They have round sides, not square like the ones in the states.

I ventured into the market that is located almost next to the museum looking for a larger suitcase to carry my things. What a place. They had everything imaginable stacked from floor to ceiling. I walked up and down the aisles just looking at all the stuff. I found an Internet set up in the hallway. Around the corner from that were fabric goods and clothing of all kinds. Down another aisle I found the meat market with chickens in all sorts of positions. They were different meat vendors, different dogs, but doing the same thing as in the Muna Market. Next to the meat market was the fruits and veggies. Beautiful displays with all sorts of fruit you can imagine. Just beyond that were a section of food vendors that were all doing a brisk business.

I made my way down another aisle and found the bags and T-shirts. The salesman was overjoyed when I asked how much a large bag was. He tried to sell me several. Then he started trying to sell me T-shirts. He would show me a shirt and when I said no, he would rummage around in the piles of shirts and dig up another. There were two other men watching and soon they approached and spoke English to me. They explained the church they went to was teaching them English. As we talked the first man kept coming up and showing me shirts. He made six or seven attempts to find a shirt I liked. After the last time he came up I turned to him and patted him on the shoulder and said, 'Why don't you take a break'. I thought the other two men would fall over laughing. I learned they also were merchants and I came away with a couple of T-shirts, a scarf with Our Lady on it and the bag. It was one that zipped up three times and made itself as large or as small as you wanted. The adventure at the market was over when I reached the outer patio. That is where I found the shrine to Our Lady of Guadalupe between the veggies and plastic toys. I asked another man who spoke English that was selling chickens if there was anything he would like the people in the United States to know. He though a minute then said, 'no'. Well, that has a lot to say for the inflated opinion I had of my world. He had his own world and anything outside his town didn't exist or he didn't care. Well, that is the way it should be.

Right outside the market was a huge monument that had the goddess, the modern Mayan child and the suffering Christ modeled out of cement. I was really taken with the detail and movement of the design. I wrote another poem in honor of the monument. More later, Love, Gay

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