Waiting in Dangriga to talk with the supervisor at immigration to try to finally get an entry stamp . . . it has been a little bit of a run around . . . ah, bureaucracy - waiting but it has not been to painful in the meanwhile.
We watched Baptiste work on his waste water recycling project and it is always satisfying to watch other people work.
I am staying in a dorm room with a number of well traveled folks from Canada, France, Switzerland, England that make for interesting company - i learned about crewing sailboats, hmmm . . .
Off to meet the supervisor - wish me luck.
Post Script for the Day: I went early to the immigration office and the supervisor was not there so i waited . . . come back around 11 o'clock . . . he is on his way in . . . it was the day before Semana Santa. I chatted with the young guy about cameras after he grabbed mine to compare to his new Nikon. Meanwhile, a swept back gray haired American guy came to renew his visa but the cashier's office was closed until Tuesday. Not looking good. I asked, 'what happens if i show up at Punta Gorda without an entry stamp?" . . . "are you going to keep me here"? He smiled (good start) "no, they will just stamp you twice and you go through" (after paying). Really?, i am better off going to Punta Gorda? Yes. i was then informed that if i wanted to go to Honduras he could do it now . . . if the cashier was open, of course. Off down the coast to Placencia, then onwards to Punta Gorda . . . tomorrow. Meanwhile, back to fruity rum drinks and a Caribbean breeze on the porch at Val's Inn. If Punta Gorda doesn't work i will be back in Dangriga to catch a boat to Honduras.
Waiting in Dangriga to talk with the supervisor at immigration to try to finally get an entry stamp . . . it has been a little bit of a run around . . . ah, bureaucracy - waiting but it has not been to painful in the meanwhile.
We watched Baptiste work on his waste water recycling project and it is always satisfying to watch other people work.
I am staying in a dorm room with a number of well traveled folks from Canada, France, Switzerland, England that make for interesting company - i learned about crewing sailboats, hmmm . . .
Off to meet the supervisor - wish me luck.
Post Script for the Day: I went early to the immigration office and the supervisor was not there so i waited . . . come back around 11 o'clock . . . he is on his way in . . . it was the day before Semana Santa. I chatted with the young guy about cameras after he grabbed mine to compare to his new Nikon. Meanwhile, a swept back gray haired American guy came to renew his visa but the cashier's office was closed until Tuesday. Not looking good. I asked, 'what happens if i show up at Punta Gorda without an entry stamp?" . . . "are you going to keep me here"? He smiled (good start) "no, they will just stamp you twice and you go through" (after paying). Really?, i am better off going to Punta Gorda? Yes. i was then informed that if i wanted to go to Honduras he could do it now . . . if the cashier was open, of course. Off down the coast to Placencia, then onwards to Punta Gorda . . . tomorrow. Meanwhile, back to fruity rum drinks and a Caribbean breeze on the porch at Val's Inn. If Punta Gorda doesn't work i will be back in Dangriga to catch a boat to Honduras.
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