The thing I love about travel, its fun to go but great to get home. Today, it is hard to leave paradise. For my last day,  I rented a gold cart to explore around,

wanted to eat grilled lobster tail, go to the beach, and find some local  reggee music for my radio show.  A neighbor, Brenda,  where I was staying, told me of  a club DJ sells CDs of local music, She knew him, he was trustworthy.

A rastaman, with grey dreadlocks came up to my golfcart and said he heard I was looking for local CDs. He had some at his shop on the beach. Got 6 CDs  and a few other souvineers. He is a good salesman. I thought I was giving him a ride down the road, when I discovered that we were going to Maya beach. OK? We went through a Mayan village, and picked up people walking down the road, just hop on the back of the gold cart, which is the custom.  Maya beach was on the windy side, the water was stirred up.  On the way back, the Rasta guy started coming on to me. Saying that Belizeans liked girls like me, with meat on their bones, not skinny girls. He said he does massages on the beach, and how he would love to rub coconut oil all over my body. I said OK, stop it. I thought about what Randy said, ” you are too friendly to strangers, you can get yourself into dicey situations” But my big strong guy is no longer on this earth.  With a stern look the rastaman backed off.  Shortly got back into town, I just wanted to get out of the sun. He asked me to meet him for a drink at happy hour at the Tipsy Tuna. I said I would consider it, but thought “no way”. I will be packing and getting ready for home. Back at my room, I thought, this is your last night. don’t be so uptight. Go have a drink. Its just a drink.