We purposely picked the hottest season in Belize to see if we can handle the temperatures. So last night we stayed, or tried to stay, in a thatched roof shack on the beach. When we walked in the room, I (Mandy typing) should have known something was up by the giant can of bug spray, but I didn’t catch it. The real problem was the air-conditioner was only blowing mildly cool air, which could not handle the room temperature of the high thatched roof. The two visits from the shack manager to tinker with the air-conditioner didn’t work. One would normally open all the windows/doors to allow the cool sea breezes to ease the suffering, but the breeze for some reason just stopped. The room was like a giant sauna from the heat, humidity, and extra moisture from the showers moisture I tried to take to cool down. If you know the beach, you understand that the breeze helps keep the mosquitoes and sand flies away. The hotel manager did not have a floor fan available to help move the air. The final straw was when the manager noticed a spider on the wall right over our bed pillows. He quickly grabbed Mike’s sneaker and ran over and smacked the creepy crawler. Then swatted the residue off the wall. Gravity would insure squished parts had fallen onto our pillows. I asked Mike what kinda spider it was...he said, “A big one!” in an alarming tone. At that moment, I grabbed my purse and walked over to the adjacent hotel in my pajamas and found us another room.
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