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This is an attempt to reconstruct a previous thing from Centerphalange on Yahoo via Blogger, which is up to the task.

Every kid, well, speaking from experience, every boy (and probably every girl) once had, thought they had, or tried to make

a cave/fort/hideout/secret place.

Some never gave it up.

Some didn't have to.

This is a hole with no name. Every village, every small town has children of all ages who know where these places are.

The names they might carry are personal and unrecorded, just like the depths to which they have been explored and the depths

to which they have not.

I found these, one day. From the inside out and outside in ...Another time.

Another cave.

Slash and Burn (heavy emphasis on Burn)

Growing concerns in Belize






Within Central America is the natural propensity to farm with methods handed down through time. Fanning the flames of heritage are increases prices in things like rice, corn, cooking oil, and related products.
There were, last night, thousand of fires burning across Belize in preparation for the Rains and growing season. Some... ...not so easily contained, spread ... ...like wildfires across the country. These photos are of areas within one hundred feet of my home., contained only by a string of buckets filled with water, thrown on with drinking cups, and the wild swinging of machetes, into the remaining tall grasses.







Timestamped, these photos show the fire lasting twenty hours, having restarted with the morning winds, on the morrow.















They are burning my own corn, as well as my cattle pastures, and all the things I planted with more North American traditional methods.






























The Morning after...























And the ensuing hours.

A reminder of The United States...

from a fellow named Peter Forwood, whom I have never met, but whose travels are chronicled
at a place called:
http://www.horizonsunlimited.com/forwood
I found him by serendipity, and a magnetic draw toward motorcycles.
His trip to Belize by Harley reminded me of my old friend, "Go Go Gadget Motorcycle" of Inspector Gadget fame.



Sometimes we are... ...fat,




and sometimes... ... lean

Always together, and Gadget is here too, the only of his type, in Belize.

Bikers, come on down. Good weather, good roads, good folks.

Native woods and Furniture.

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Folding chairs of some of the wood in
this area. There are a lot of woods
we would hhmmmm call
exotic were we anywhere but Belize.
I guess they are just Local, now.
These fold up into tiny little "box" like units,
and are about two hours old at the time of
taking the photo.












The couches are of a Cedar, unlike Eastern white or Western Red or Northern White or any cedar
I've ever known, this is hard as the gates of Hades
and very dark in color.

Everything in the Inn is made in the Inn.
I didn't bring anything but tools with me.
(O.K. I brought a thirty five year old Harley, the only one in Belize, but not much else).
Tools and books.

Wee Wee Ants in the WeeWee hours.

By Nine thirty at night one had better have made the rounds. Literally. Belize has the WeeWee Ants, Leaf Cutter Ants in Mass.
They can cart away a garden in hours. In tiny pieces. ... ...Three concentric circles around the place, especially if it is going to rain, will find them if they are out and about.
Kill them Kill them all. Let God sort it out. I wish they were good to eat. Maybe they are. don't want to try though.
Malathion doesn't last long in the environment and it kills them. There will be thousands.
Nine thirty at night that's a good start. Two thirty in the morning one can get a body count. Hope it High.
up anyway then, might as well check before starting anything else.
Thatch. Cohune palm thatching for a new roof on the well house. Its about nine hundred feet to the Cohune palm trees. Tied to the head with a head band, I can drag eight leaf on the first trip... ...six on the second... ...and after that, maybe four or five. Five trips, and I leave one wide track behind me. walking. Leaf ... ...not the only thing dragging by then. Starting before it's light
makes it seem easier.
The mighty Cohune. You can live in it, wear it, eat it. (cohune cabbage) The perfect plant.
The leaf can be thirty feet long.
Split down the center rib, alternating ends, cup side up. Laid down in groups of five. First three, stacked along the rafter, then two back between them. Flat and tidy.
If you have a tin roof and there is even a spot you can see light through, it will leak. With thatch, one can see light everywhere, and yet when it rains, (and here, it rains an inch a minute sometimes), it will not leak. HHhhhmmmm
I don't recommend the cabbage. Boiled tree trunk heartwood. Kind of yellow. Kind of mushy. Kind of cabbagy... ...in a wide stretch of the imaginationy way.

Cohune.

Flowers in the Kitchen mean

Hummingbirds ... ...in the kitchen.

Any clues to a "true" name would be appreciated, in Belize
they are called "Wedding Bells".


There have to be ten different varieties of Hummingbirds in Belize, compared to the One variety in Michigan. Ruby Throat.
I had one come into the house there as well. Drench.
He was named Drench. Really enjoyed the sprinklers in the garden. Always Drenched. They say the Ruby Throat vacations in this area and I half expect to see him here, but so far ...
...nothing.