This morning we had a hearty breakfast, then decided to borrow some bicycles from our resort and pedal the five miles south to San Pedro. Our bikes were of the old-fashioned, balloon-tired, single-gear, pedal brake variety, with a top seated cruising speed of about 5 mph. (Standing, you might get it up to about 10 mph, and give your keister a respite, besides.)
The design of the bikes turned out to be welcome for two reasons. First, there’s lots of interesting things to see on any tropical roadway, and if you zip by too quickly you’ll miss some of it. Second, the road was unabashedly rustic in spots, and too much speed would do nothing but produced bruised kidneys and sore wrists. Slow moving, wide-tired bikes that could navigate between the potholes were the preferred mode of transportation — better than small cars, golf carts, or even motor scooters.
On our ten-mile round trip we learned that Minnesota is not only the Land of 10,000 Lakes, but also a brand to be reckoned with in the dentistry field in Belize. We rolled past condos under construction and dive bars on the beachfront, learned that bikes aren’t subject to the apparently occasional toll charged to cross the bridge north of town, were mystified by the exchange rate between Belizean and U.S. dollars, and for refreshment bought warm fresh water delivered in a sealed plastic bag. All were part of the many charms of the bumpy road to San Pedro town.