Several days of last-minute flight-booking, sleeping on my brother’s couch, and online school brings me to Sacramento Airport before 4 am. I catch a United flight to Houston, then another to Belize: Country #112. It is the off-season, and when I step out of the plane into the cool, cloudy weather I see why. I breeze through immigration, and hire a $25 taxi to my hotel somewhere on the outskirts of Belize City. Ahmed, my host, welcomes me into his hotel and gives me all of the travel tips. I had allotted some money for taxis and such, and am relieved when he shows me the 75-cent bus stop to and from the city.
I spend days in town, nights in my room doing schoolwork. On the last night, Ahmed invites me for dinner of curry, with an authentically Bangladeshi sour flavor, which I wolf down immediately. Belize is diverse. There is everyone here from retired New Yorkers to Salvadorean refugees. There are Caribbeans and Bangladeshis. There are even Mennonites who moved here to farm, whispering to each other in Plautdietsch as the children of tourists run around, cry, and scream as if Belize City airport is a torture chamber. On my final day, I bid adieu to Ahmed and hop on the bus to Ladyville. From there it is only a couple of miles to the airport, but a member of the maintenance crew pulls over and offers me a ride to the terminal. I am on my way back home.
Victor Bernabei is just another millenial travel blogger. But here's the twist: He isn't a millenial! His goal is to see as many countries as he can, and spread the message that the world is not as scary as the news wants you to believe, and that there is beauty in all people, places and things.