I thought "What a POS! Wasted day" No, I was with Mr. Great White Bwanna Uncle Traveling Jerry. We rented a little 4WD tired golf cart with a lift kit and headed to the end of the island. Lotsa stories from today, 100 ft from the cart rental joint Jerry runs over a guys bike. Actually he just tipped it over, but to hear this guy tell it he needed a "New Reem. Look wat you do?" Now the locals are all yelling at us "Where's your damn golf cart?" [for some reason they thought we should have stopped right there and faced the music, the guy didn't catch us for quite a few blocks. They're glad we turned it back in!!! Heres the "Guide"
Ok...one little bicycle. Thats OK. I have my-fault insurance. $20 Belize...$10 US...and the guy was happy. Bite me... Benncool.
Heya...I'm supposed to be the "leader" of this dive trip...my name will remain anonymous. I can only attest to the fact that these two haven't drowned...but there's always tomorrow. And if you need to find a sacrifial virgin to calm the weather...well...don't depend on these two. But, if you need to get the golfcart out of the resort when they've locked the only escape behind you...well...Benncool is pretty adept at formulating an escape plan around the planters (OK...maybe through a couple), down the steps, and petal to the metal down the beach. We're not sure how much of this is legal. I leave them to you after Saturday.
[Edited by spotts on 02-24-2006 at 05:51 PM]
My doctor gave me six months to live, but when I couldn't pay the bill he gave me six months more.