There were two ways to get back to Belize city, rent a taxi van or ride the "chicken bus." The van would take a couple hours; the chicken bus might take all day, but it only cost a couple dollars. It's called the chicken bus because the locals ride them and might be carrying chickens or who knows what else. They stop at every little village to drop off and take on passengers. Several of us opted for the van and pooled our money together, which really didn't amount to much. When the van arrived about 6:15 am (fifteen minutes late), the driver brought a friend with him which meant that we had more people than seats. At first the driver was refusing to take all of us, but the guy with him said he would sit on the console, and I could ride shotgun up front with him and the driver. It's a good thing Belize doesn't enforce seat belts laws.
Anyway, I think it was meant to be. The fellow sitting on the console (I wish I could remember his name) and I had an interesting conversation on the journey. His message was that people all over the world are similar and had the same needs and wants. We all just need to understand that and not dwell on the differences (politics, religion, etc.). He told me that each person needed to respect the next person, and if that happened, the world would be a happy place. While our philosopical conversation was taking place in front, a couple of the girls in the back were hounding the driver about making it to Belize City in time to catch the water taxi to San Pedro. He kept telling them that we would make the water taxi on time. They kept insisting that we wouldn't and that it was his fault because he arrived late. These little outbursts would take place about every 15 minutes until we reached Belize City...on time for the water taxi.
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