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I have been spending the last few days going from one thing to the next. I'm so full of new experiences, it might be hard to make sense of this particular blog. Sean and I spent the day in Placencia on Thursday. It's "touristy" for sure...but I liked it better than Hopkins. It was rich with crafters, and tough to keep my cash in my pocket! I, of course, bought a few handmade items...I can't resist the crafter!
|This wooden carving was the one that spoke to Sean. The pic hardly does it justice, as the detail is not showing up well. The way it balances on just 4 little feet is so cool! The fact that Sean was moved to buy art is even cooler!|
But my favorite Purchase from Placencia was not a handcrafted item at all! It is a loud, obnoxious, all American....scooter! I have been watching the ad on a Facebook page since before I left the states. It looked to me like someone bought it thinking they would be able to use it for actual transportation, but it didn't work out for them. Let me say that unless you weigh 100 pounds, it would NOT be the way to go places....fortunately...I weigh 100 pounds. It's comfortable for me and I LOVE my new Scootie-Poo! I realize that when I ride it, I stick out like a sore thumb, but I don't care. Sore thumb trumps sore body from bicycling or walking! It gets something like 100 miles to the gallon. With gas costing upwards of $12 a gallon, it was just not cost effective to have a second vehicle for only one family in Belize. Not this little Scootie-Poo! It hauls me everywhere I want to go for about a capful of gas! I stopped in the department of transportation, and was told that it's motor is too small to need a license plate. They said it's a child's toy and I can ride it like one would ride a bicycle here! Yield to passing traffic, keep to the right because I'm slow, and scoot on down the highway! FUN! I have only used it in Dangriga so far...no highway travel yet. But today, I plan to Scootie-Poo myself to the plant nursery...down southern highway about 4 miles. I'm looking forward to it! I understand now how my biker buddies in the states felt about the freedom of the open road. (I realize that to compare my 20mph Scootie-Poo to someone's Harley is simply laughable...but hey...I'm a biker chick now...don't laugh too loudly.)