by Laredo » Sun Jan 29, 2006 7:47 pm
I see I phrased that badly.
Sigh.
What I meant was, will there be a walking tour or something similar in Belize for people who want to go?
And if there's not a formal one, could you find some adventuresome companions among fellow passengers for your own informal tour?
I do know about costliness. I was thinking more in terms of companionship or friendliness, I expect -- I've often been the "odd one out" on trips who was interested seeing/experiencing something other than the "beaten track".
That's how I ended up in LA riding city buses and walking the Miracle Mile on a weekday, seeing the LA county Natural History Museum and the Museum of Industry, spending a whole day in the downtown library, etc. during my one week in LA. I didn't see Disneyland or Knotts Berry Farm; I have no regrets. I did want to see the ocean and the zoo, but ran out of time.
I'll give you the advice I got for that trip: wear good sturdy walking shoes and comfy clothes. Carry your money in the front pockets of your jeans, look like you're going somewhere on purpose, and if you need to look at your map to see where you are, step inside somewhere (this also worked well for me in NOLA in the late summer of 2004).
I was in LA in '97, without a cell phone, a tour guide, or a clue -- I'd been a last-minute addition to a training-seminar trip in hopes I could "audit" a couple of the classes being put on, only to arrive and find out I couldn't even go into the building if I didn't put up the $700 seminar fee (and I hadn't the money or the authorization -- I'd only been able to go because my husband had to go -- so he'd have a room, with or without me, and Southwest Airlines was doing a "Friends Fly Free" promotion at the time) and had a blast anyway. Didn't have a camera but did buy some gorgeous picture postcards.
Had three of the most memorable meals of my life that trip. One was a pint of milk and a pint of fresh strawberries bought at the farmer's market; one was a lovely supper at a quaint little restaurant plastered with aircraft memorabilita dating back to WWII at the end of a LAX runway; and one was my first trip to a real live kosher diner.
In the fall of '99 I went to Dallas for a training week, and finagled a walk around the West End and the historic parts of downtown (two different nights) with fellow students. We didn't spend much money -- DART fare to and from the hotel -- but we had a blast.
Mopar's what my busted knuckles bleed, working on my 318s...