“Where you headed?” the taxi driver asked.
“Water taxi for Caye Caulker,” I said, handing him my backpack. “How much?”
“6 Belize,” he said, putting my backpack in the trunk of his dented and dusty Toyota.
Six Belize dollars equalled three US dollars. Not bad. I had no idea how far the water taxi dock was, but even if it was only a few blocks, three dollars didn’t seem that much of a rip off. Heck, it would cost me that much to go one stop on the tube in London. Besides, less was likely to go wrong if I took a taxi than if I try and walk when I had no idea the route.
“What could go wrong taking a taxi?” I thought to myself as the taxi driver slammed his trunk shut and pointed me to the passenger side door. Neither of us noticed as a…
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November 26th, 2010
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