It seems like every place you go in the Caribbean has its own beer. Why not? Few things complement blazing sunshine and the smell of salt water and cocoa butter quite like a cold beer in a bottle beaded with condensation, one you can roll in your hands as you feel the tropical breeze and hear the rush of the surfing sand.
I’ve had Carib, Piton, Sands, Kalik, and more Caribbean beers that I’ve forgotten. Belikin, the Belizean contribution to the brewing arts, fits right in. Like the rest, it’s a lager, crisp and clean and with a nice finishing tang, well-suited to rinsing that salt water residue off your lips and easing you into the evening.
Kish and I came to Belize to get away from the grayness of a Columbus, Ohio winter. We haven’t had to worry about snow this year, but we’ve had the standard dose of overcast skies that makes everything seem flat and monochromatic.
For people looking to restore a dash of color to their lives, Belize is just what the doctor ordered. The buildings at our resort are painted bright colors; in fact, rather than room numbers each cabin goes by its color. (Ours is “aqua.”). The same is true of buildings in town. The boats and floats are every color of the rainbow, the pool is a bright blue, and the radiating sunshine brings out every hue. People wear bright clothing, and even the drinks at the bar seemingly are made with a goal of giving the rods and cones in your eyeballs a good workout.
It’s really nice to see bright colors for a change.