What shocks me the most is that all the people here speak English. I have brought my Spanish book for review, but it seems like I won’t need it. I ask Alejandro why everyone here speaks English rather than Spanish. He tells me everyone knows Spanish here, but they refuse to speak it because English is the first language. I chit-chat with him until I leave for dinner.
I find out how terrible the hotel is: no shampoo, no body wash, non-working electronic plugs, and no hairdryer. It’s really a hole-in-the-wall kind of place. Why is it so expensive to stay here?
I get bitten by a lot of mosquitoes and I cannot stand my shitty hotel anymore, I hate it. I forfeit everything I have paid and leave for the Ramada Hotel. The taxi driver tells me that my previous hotel was in the part of Belize that is south of the river: the poor neighborhood, while the north part is for wealthy people. My new hotel is in the north strip.
Prostitution in Belize
I wasn’t ready to go out until I meet my driver, Kareem.
“Prostitution is legal in Belize?” I asked him.
“It’s illegal if it’s inside the city,” he says.
“Yeah, that’s the catch. The girls get 60 US dollars per client, and it’s timed. The guy will be clocked the minute he walks in, and is only allowed 30 minutes. If it’s not completed, he needs to pay for more time.”
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