Around 8pm our supper was rationed out to us and consisted of beans and a piece of fried chicken. When I tried to go back for more food I’m not sure if the cook understood what I was asking. I offered to help with dishes and rinsed plates for a lady whose name is pronounced Who-stina. I told her a similar sounding American name is Christina. They seem to speak one of the native Mayan languages instead of Spanish.
Before going to bed I tried to find the source of the smell. Behind the cabin was nothing more than a concrete slab and a defined tree line leading to the jungle. I took my mini-maglight and tried identifying the eyes peering back at me from the trees. There were a few low to the ground weasel like animals moving amongst the undergrowth. They were most likely coatimundi. No jaguars.
A man here told us about how a year ago he had found his dog’s head after a jaguar had killed it. It struck me as I went to bed that the bars on the windows weren’t meant to keep people from breaking in like in the states or even in the previous town we had left but to keep wild animals out.
I woke up around 5am and heard the howler monkeys making their troubling sounds. As I was drifting in and out of consciousness, I dreamt there was a male lion outside the window. He couldn’t get in though. I was safe inside…and he was completely out of place in Belize.