Friday, March 6th, consisted of a long day of traveling. First from Newark to Houston and then a second plane from Houston to Belize City, Belize. Once on the main land, things got interesting and we boarded a tiny single propeller plane operated by "Tropic Air." A sketchy name like that did nothing to calm my nerves, but it was a pretty cool life experience. I called out to God while the plane shook during landing and take off, but we never got high enough to make the tiny plane too scary. After the 15 minute flight, we got on a water taxi and cruised 40 minutes to our final destination – Tranquility Bay Resort – pretty much as far from civilization as you can get. Despite the sparsity of night life, it was a really nice trip, a vacation from a lot of things – wearing real clothes (my daily wardrobe consisted primarily of free t-shirts), city noise, room mates, cooking, homework, classes, drama, waiting til 10 to start drinking (happy hour!), family, chores, obligations, needing to do anything, TV, compulsive email checking, etc. Even though there was basically nothing to do after dinner, it was really a nice break from the routine.
before diving again. The wind was pretty intense since it was the windy season in Belize, so when we went through the reefs the boat made 10-15 foot drops (or so it felt like) as the waves crashed by us. Despite being in the company of primarily older people, I basically shouted "FUCK ME!" in loop until it looked like I would not be crashing into a reef that day. We completed 2 nice snorkels and then had some lunch and margaritas in Mexico (but yeah, don't tell anyone….I'm pretty sure it wasn't allowed!).