… does not begin at the port. There’s no way a behemoth cruise ship is getting near a dock in Belize City. The ship shimmies its way through a crazy set of turns to arrive at and tie off to a dock (floating, I presume) about 5 miles offshore.
A fleet of… seasoned… water busses then shuttles you to and from the mainland.
The port shopping area is not too unlike any of the other Caribbean ports we’ve been to. Lots of vendors hawking tours of the city (we didn’t leave the gated compound,) gift and clothing shops, and of course diamond shops.
Clearly catering to the US and European tourists that drive the local economy.
Visited shops for maybe a half hour, bought a shirt, then hitched a ride back to the ship.
The pale blue (and white and gray) dot (smudge) we call “home” for now.
Hit the thermal spa and napping til dinner.
Eighties Night, kicked off with a silent disco. So much more fun than I expected. Only strange if you’re watching without headphones.
Imagine letting two random dudes on the ship with this technicolor shirt. 😆
Diane and Magdalena, our fearless leader / teacher / cruise director / friend.