Part Two // The Die is Cast
The morning is sharp and cool and with it is the always present trade winds blowing across the sea glass colored surface of the water. We’ve obtained a figure of our asking price for our jungle covered land lots. There is no need to met with buyers; a phone call will suffice. An attorney will be needed to handle the transaction and legal paper work and searches. But everything will move at a snails pace. It is the Central American way. We make the call to The Yachters and after pleasantries we give them our sale price. No negotiating needs to be done as Jim says “deal” into the phone line, fast and hard; almost before the last word is spoken. We will meet again when the legal is ready for signing.
August and September are Holiday months for Belizean’s so it will be a slow grind to get even the first appointment completed. But surprisingly we have a date set for in two weeks. The God’s are with us so far. We begin the task of list making and time frames to achieve completion of all of this. We are hoping for early October but we will see. But until then we want to enjoy our remaining free time while here. I book a few fishing outings with our favorite guide, Severo, agreeing to fill his empty seats when he has space for us with other fishing folk. Along with the fun fishing he’ll fix us a shore lunch when we catch enough to fill the frying pan. Many times while he’s doing outdoor kitchen duty we will wade into the water and snorkel a ways out to follow the colorful tropical fish in sea grass beds. Yum, there is nothing finer then a shore lunch of freshly caught yellow tail snapper. He makes cleaning a fish look easy and he has his repripor down pat for assembling a small picnic area.
We meet with our attorney in Belize City a few weeks later. She is the daughter of the current Prime Minister of Belize. She will draft a sale agreement and there will be several more appointments yet ahead. When finished with our time with her, we wander the streets of Belize City while killing time until our return flight back to Ambergris Caye is ready. Frequent panhandlers approach us asking for money and telling us their down and out stories. We’ve learned to carry small change in our pockets and usually when given a coin or two they move along to someone new. Our aircraft is being loaded when we return to the smallish airport. The cargo hold is being filled with grocery items from vendors, bound for the smaller mom and pop tienda’s along the sandy streets of San Pedro. Even after all the seats are people filled, boxes are crammed down the narrow isle, getting as much in as possible. Weight and balance as well as center of gravity is always observed with these skilled pilots. Sardines is what we all look like, but it doesn’t take away from the beauty of the torquise waters below us as we fly along the Barrier Reef, back to island living.