Stuck in the Mud

CROOKED TREE After four days of relaxing and talking about the kids, the grand kids, the economy, retirement, health, you-name-it, we dragged our rolling bags through the sand and boarded the 6 am Richie's bus to Belize City. After so many horrendous taxi rides, I was relieved to be on the bus. In Belmopan we had a short potty stop, and Verda and I went to find the bathrooms. Yuck! Why can't people in the Latino cultures ever keep anything clean? How hard is that? This place looked like it hadn't been cleaned in 5 years! Plus you had to pay to use the toilets. After that, Verda started saying she didn't want to take any more buses. When we arrived in Belize City, we would have had to find a bus going to Crooked Tree, figure out how to buy tickets, fight the pushy crowds and endure another two hours on the bus. Unbeknownst to the rest of us, Ron found a taxi driver who agreed to take us all the way to the Lodge at Crooked ...