July 21, 2013. A well-intended early start to the Sunday was met with an unexpected delay due to boat engine/motor problem. That might have served as a blessing in disguise, as it gave us time to get to a gas station to grab some snacks for breakfast.
45 minutes into the boat ride out of the city, we stopped by a little island that seemed out of nowhere, surrounded by clear-blue waters, beautifully decorated with conch shells, with a bar that greeted us by the dock. I had my hopes up when I thought that was our station for the week. A drink stop for passing-by boats, must be. Onward to another 2 hours of choppy water to Glover’s Reef… With no sunblock, as the cargo were all nicely tucked in, under tarp, on the boat. The additional 2 hours caught me by surprise.
Arriving Glover’s Reef was just as exciting. The idea of an island made up of coral and/or a submerged volcano scares me, still. At Glover’s Reef, it was a quick meet-and-greet with the “caretaker” and a little tour of the cay. (Cay is a word I learned much later on.) It was well past 2pm and Sunday lunch was still waiting for us. I was told that a typical Belizean Sunday lunch is a fair of black bean rice, salad, and a meat entree. That fried chicken was amazing. All of it was amazing.
The rest of the afternoon was spent casually unpacking and revealing the mini “workshop” of all sorts of tools imaginable, as well as assembling the prototype UAVs (unmanned aerial vehicles) that we hauled from Switzerland and New Jersey. These planes have not been flown before, let alone in a marine environment.
I realised later that my legs were swelling and inflamed from the sizzling midday boat ride, earlier. While us three non-Belizeans were all toasted, I seem to have been the lucky one to have had it worse.
Interesting days ahead.