Tortugero

It rained all afternoon when we arrived to Tortugero, so the chances for a clear night were slim. And indeed, when we grouped for the turtle tour at 9:30 - it kept on raining and raining and raining. Luckily the turtles don't care too much for this stuff. Our Spanish speaking tour guide escorted me and 6 more French who barely spoke English. Hehehe,... I was the Spanish to English translator, and another guy was the English to French translator. What a mess... Oh well... For me it was amuzing. I'm not so sure about the French, though :)
The laying itself felt realy weird. We saw a green turtle come on shore, digging a hole. That was alright. Then, by groups of 8 people we came over to see the eggs fall down to the hole she dug, while the turtle itself was in trance, and the guide was lighting it with an infrared flashlight. Really weird situation. To say it felt like a paparatzi photography would be an understatement.
On the boat back we caught a talk with our 14 years old boat driver. He explained us how weird it was to escourt some Belizians :) "It's like they speak Patagon, only with weird words that totally confuse you. This Creol is weird". Patagon is the local mix of English - African English and Jamaican English with a twist of Spanish. Another language mess :)

Oh well,
See you all soon,
Love :P,
Eitan.