After doing my initial tour of downtown San Pedro and successfully starting to charge my phone, I picked up my golf cart and headed north towards the resort I was staying at. I enjoy being independent in unfamiliar territory and sensing I will figure it out somehow. On an small island, it is pretty difficult to get lost and I easily found my way to “the bridge” that gets me the rest of the way. I was stopped for a $5Belize toll charge and I suspected this was a tourist grab but it turns out everyone has to pay. BUT, because this is the island of cool people, as I was almost driving into town everyday and giving hitchhikers rides, the sentries seem to recognize me and on occasion they would give me an undated receipt that allowed me a free pass next time. Very chill.
Well, my 1st summit crossing of the bridge went well but as I completed the downslope, my golf cart quit on me. I had a slight panic not knowing what to really do and some local guy pulled over on this motorcycle – super friendly and helped me push it out of the way of traffic. Fortunately, with AT&T I had enough signal to call the various numbers on the contract and finally connected with someone. Even though this particular area looked ghetto, it felt safe and I enjoyed the “texture” around me. I walked over to the local market and got a cold Coke Zero and waited by the golf cart. The local wino came over to solicit some funds…but, he was like so respectful about it. He probably had not showered in weeks and his eyes were bloodshot. I don’t give money but I asked him about his family, if he had any Mayan in him, etc and we stuck up a friendly convo for 10 minutes. Once he realized I was not going to cave on the lifestyle donation, he moved on to talk to the local talking dog.
Finally, my replacement cart arrived and the non-english speaking Arab boy conveyed that the owner of the company was lending me his personal golf cart and it was noticeably nicer. Better for the photo op!
I was instructed to return the following day to swap out my original golf cart that I had filled up with gas. But, I had a full day to cruise the island with this PIMP MY RIDE golf cart.
I fell in love with the golf cart lifestyle. No real top speed since you are always dodging potholes. No seat belts, no speedometer and no blaring THUMP THUMP of auto car stereo flexing their bass to the music. And, from a humanity standpoint, it removed the status element….you could be a gillionaire or a day laborer…..basically all golf carts were the same. Also, the golf carts took me back to a friendlier day as a kid when I used to hitchhike and pick up hitchhikers. I met some cool local dudes that I picked up especially if I was heading into town.