The second port-of-call during our cruise (the first stop is chronicled here) brought us to Belize.Eric and Austin went on a 5-hour ziplining excursion atop the jungle canopywhile Abigail and I took a Belize city tour.During the tour we stopped at St. John's Cathedral.St. John's Cathedral is the oldest anglican church in the Western hemisphere.In the next lot over from the church there was this building at the back of a private home.Our bus also stopped at the Belize city museum.Unfortunately we weren't allowed to take pictures inside the museum. The nerve! There were some amazing displays including the Belizean flag that had been burned during the 9/11 terrorist attack. The building itself had formerly been a prison. The cells were very very tiny and would hold up to nine people at a time.Belize has an extremely diverse population which includes Spanish, Kriol, Maya, Chinese, Mennonite (!) and East Indian. Our guide said that the Belizean ways is to live and let live, and everyone gets along.On our way back to the bus a young fellow on a bike approached me smiling. My first reaction was to take his picture. He was happy to pose, and I was happy to give him the dollar that he cheekily requested.This store boasts that it is licensed to sell "drugs and poisons".Queen Street Baptist SchoolA private residenceMost houses are built on stilts not just in case of flooding but for better air circulation to help keep the inside cooler.Had to take many photos from our bus hence the slight blurriness. Cemetaries are all above-ground. Houses tend to be painted aqua, pink, blue and green.This is a British Colonial house that the Queen of England would stay in during her visits.Looking for a place to stay? There are rooms for rent and homes for sale.We passed by the "elite" side of town where, our tour guide told us, politicians and drug kings lived. It was noticeably nicer but I wasn't able to get any photos as we were driving a little too fast for my little Kodak EasyShare to keep up with.At the port there was a shopping "mall" that was indoors and had a couple of dozen vendor stalls. Many were selling illegal (in America anyway) reproductions of high-end handbags and luggage. If you're in the market for a fake Coach, D&G, Prada and more, you'd be in luck. They were selling like hotcakes. Being a loyal Dooney & Bourke girl, I was not even tempted. ;o)next stop: Roatan
