Once we had found our way around the border with Belize, all went like a breeze. They were re-modeling the border, so nothing fit our instructions. Thankfully, everyone spoke English! It was a welcome change.
Our first night in Belize was spent at the Community Baboon Sanctuary. A project started by local women’s groups, the sanctuary is actually just a group of locals who had agreed to leave a strip of trees across their property to allow families of local howler monkeys to pass on their usual foraging route. Why the sanctuary was called a ‘baboon’ sanctuary, was a bit of a mystery, as there were and never had been baboons in Belize. We were guided around the property by a friendly Rasta, and had the chance to feed baby and adolescent howlers. It was a little worrying, as they grabbed bananas off your palm. You could feel their strength. And see the glint of their teeth in the sunlight. Thankfully, the experience went off without a hitch, and we left the following day with all fingers and toes attached.
Our first night in Belize was spent at the Community Baboon Sanctuary. A project started by local women’s groups, the sanctuary is actually just a group of locals who had agreed to leave a strip of trees across their property to allow families of local howler monkeys to pass on their usual foraging route. Why the sanctuary was called a ‘baboon’ sanctuary, was a bit of a mystery, as there were and never had been baboons in Belize. We were guided around the property by a friendly Rasta, and had the chance to feed baby and adolescent howlers. It was a little worrying, as they grabbed bananas off your palm. You could feel their strength. And see the glint of their teeth in the sunlight. Thankfully, the experience went off without a hitch, and we left the following day with all fingers and toes attached.