It Was All Fine Until the Invasion
Near the rainforests of San Ignacio, no snack is safe
Slowly nearing my hostel within the highlands of the Mayan mountains, my SUV driver tries his best to attend to my battery of questions about the coastal country through his thick Belizean accent. I watch as the geography rapidly changes along with our elevation, and bucolic fields of sun-battered gold are…
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