Don't adjust your computer You're still at Penwasser Place. I know. Damn.
|Okay, well I'M sitting on a toilet. |
That's gotta count for something, huh?
I follow quite a few of you (this is probably unsettling). One of the many blogs I enjoy reading is The Chubby Chatterbox, written by the very talented Steve Hayes. Steve, a gifted artist, is also a master storyteller. So, he's two up on me. But, I can juggle. Okay, that was a lie.
A couple weeks ago, Steve penned (because, while technically accurate, "computered" sounds stupid) one of his many engaging posts. Titled Small World, it related a story when he and Mrs. Chatterbox traveled to Polynesia (NOTE: Polynesia has nothing to do with parrots).
Even though my story doesn't have near the "cool factor" as his, I also have a small world story and I mentioned this in the comments. The more I thought about it, though, the more I realized I should share this with you, my faithful followers and all you hackers in Eastern Europe.
Well, that and I really have nothing else to write about.
Some of my most favorite trips when I served in the Navy were those to Belize.
Belize is a country in Central America formerly known as British Honduras. I've written a post somewhere along the way which tells all about the country, but I won't go into that here. That's not really the point of this. Besides, my two fingers are already sore from typing and I haven't gotten to the "small world" part yet.
Anyway, when we were off shift, we'd travel around the
These jaguars don't scare nobody.
We also took a trip to the Belize National Forest which was pretty much in the middle of nowhere. It had a nature trail, but we avoided it mostly because Belize had nature which could actually kill you (NOTE: the zoo didn't catch all the jaguars, you know).
|The Belize Blue Hole|
The one off the coast.
Where rich people go.
We didn't go to this one.
A few other people were swimming in the water when we got
|The other Blue Hole. |
In the Blue Hole National Park.
Where poor people go.
And thirsty jaguars.
I smiled back and said, "Not where I am."
Well, wouldn't you know it, they all shrieked and immediately got out of the water.
Silly Belizeans. Didn't they know that blue dye doesn't work at a place called "The Blue Hole?"
EPILOGUE: Come on, how many of you clicked on that link above? You really should. Or at least read some of Steve's other works (now, if THAT doesn't sound pretentious). You owe it to yourself. Plus, if you do, I'll send you that mud and monkey skull statue I still have. Thing's starting to give me the creeps.