We made it to Oslo – a little bleary-eyed from the overnight flight. We were in awe of the snow-capped mountains that we saw from the plane. This will be an adventure!

Our first surprise is that the whole plane rushed off and made a frantic bee-line for duty-free, grabbing shopping carts as they went. Men and women were throwing whatever they could find into their carts – mainly wine and spirits.  We have seen duty-free in other airports and while fun to browse, there was a whole level of desperation here we have not seen before. What in the world?

Well, it turns out that alcohol is very expensive in Norway – and hard to find. You can only buy wine and spirits at certain government-run stores – called VINMONOPOLET – that are only in urban areas (apparently the Norwegian government’s answer to social responsibility).  So citizens take every chance they get to stock up on duty-free when flying in and out – sometimes they fly for this very purpose!

Thinking maybe they knew something we didn’t, I left Frank with our bags and grabbed a few bottles of our own. Since we haven’t really learned kroner yet, we aren’t sure if we got a good deal (100 kroner is about $12 US). And we will probably regret this decision as we haul our hooch from town to town.  But we are proud of ourselves for living like Norwegians!

Next Up: We spend the night at the Radisson Blu Airport Hotel (literally across the street – excellent if you need an airport stop-over).  And then take the Flytoget airport train to central Oslo tomorrow – where we board what has been billed as “the most beautiful train in the world.” Join us!

Guten Tog! The Two Fools are back on the road!

After a brief hiatus so that we could check back in with work and family – and for Frank to get his right hip replaced – we are back in action.

We are headed to Scandinavia! We will be exploring Norway, home of my ancestors – or so the story goes – I’ve been doing Ancestry and making some surprising discoveries! [More on that on a later blog.]

We will be living in apartments all along the way so we can feel like locals. I will continue to work, except for a vacation where we are hopping on the mailboat that runs up and down the Norwegian coast – to above the Arctic Circle all the way to the Russian border.

So come along for our adventure. Our first hurdle will be getting Frank and his new hip through security!

Next stop: The Fjords

[Note: At long last, our final entry from Belize!  Now – adventure awaits elsewhere in the world!]

Our little lodge was founded by a family from the United States who had 5 daughters. Believe it or not, their grandparents were from Tilghman Island, right by St. Michaels, Maryland!  They were living in Sullivans Island, South Carolina (another small world story) when they decided to explore Central America.  They drove down through Mexico, camping along the way.

Eventually, they landed in Belize, where an overgrown farm on the Macal River was for sale.  They bought it – no buildings, electricity, or running water – but it did have a beach and a river.  The story goes that when they realized the river was their new bathtub, the youngest daughters yelled with glee, while the teen-age daughters also yelled – but not with glee.  : )

Soon, the girls were enrolled in the local schools and within a year, they built and opened the first rooms of duPlooy Jungle Lodge.

I loved this story – it was the main reason I booked. Nowadays, their mom, Judy, lives at the Lodge – we had breakfast with her one morning.  And the children play various roles.  Patricia lives in Texas and takes reservations – I emailed with her several times.

Their father, Ken (who has passed away), had a dream of building a botanical garden to show off the plants of Belize. His years of effort have paid off with what is today a 45-acre garden that is the Belize Botanical Garden.

It is right down the path from our bungalow, and we spent a relaxing day exploring it.

Our favorite parts were:

The Bird Hide – where you could sit inside and watch the birds undetected.

The Fire Tower – amazing view!

The Maya House – a depiction of what was on top of all those ruins back in the day – they would have been covered with thatched housing.

And my favorite flower – the Panama Flame.

Thank you Mr. duPlooy – for your vision and perseverance. You have made the jungle a magical place for us.

[Note: Although a little late in the game, finishing up the last couple of blogs from Belize – before we head out again!]

Everywhere we went, people kept telling us, “You have got to go to the Belize Zoo.” It wasn’t on our list, but we decided to add it on our last day.  We pulled in, expecting a slick new zoo, and were puzzled when we found a dirt parking lot and handmade signs.

And then we read the story . . .

The Belize Zoo was founded by an American woman, Sharon Matola, who was working on a documentary in 1982 about animals of Belize. By the end of the documentary, the animals they filmed had become tame and could not survive back in the wild.  She didn’t want to just turn the animals out, so she single-handedly started a zoo.

Soon the word spread. Anytime there was an orphaned our hurt animal, someone would bring it to the zoo.

There are no captured animals at the zoo – only animals that have no place else to go.

The zookeepers work with the animals to try to introduce them back into the wild, but not all animals are able to go back, so they live happily at the zoo.

They are most famous for their jaguars.

If there is a “problem” jaguar that attacks livestock, in the old days, the farmer would hunt the jaguar – but now, the farmer will call the zoo. They will trap the jaguar, bring it to the zoo, and enter it into the “Jaguar Behavior Modification Program.”  It really is too risky for these jaguars to go back to the wild, so if they graduate from behavior modification, they become ambassadors of the zoo – and if they are really good, they even get to travel to other zoos.  The most famous alumna is Pat the Cat, who now lives in Cincinnati Zoo.

The enclosures are minimal – they mainly rely on electric fences, so you literally can turn a corner and run into a jaguar or a crocodile or a puma.

I think it was the most fun – and meaningful – zoo I’ve ever visited!

I have a bad habit of jumping back into life after a trip and not finishing the blog. I had a rough draft of the final Belize entries but never quite got back to them.  Since Frank and I mainly use the blog to look back and remember, I don’t want to forget these stories and experiences.

So please indulge me as I take us back to Belize for a couple more days . . . .

[Because we’re off to a new trip soon!]

Our adventure today took us on a ride through the jungle – via horseback!

Most of the other guests at our lodge think nothing of hopping on a horse, crossing a river, and galloping through the woods.  So we weren’t so sure we were ready for a group jaunt.  Instead, we arranged a private (and easy) trail ride.  We warned the tour planner that we were total beginners – Frank rode when he was 20, and I last rode at camp when I was in high school. But we were excited and ready for adventure.

We were paired with Isaiah again (from the canoe trip) – who probably shook his head and said, “What are these two crazy fools into now?!” But he just smiled good-naturedly and introduced us to our rides – Ginger for me and Bose for Frank.

I’m sure these were the two tamest horses they had – which we thought was a good idea, too!

They had a platform to help us mount – our first challenge.

Once settled in, we trotted off.

We were instantly met with a steep, muddy downhill. I realized that this was not like camp.

Then my horse ran smack dab into the rump of Frank’s, which quickly spun around to nip at Ginger.  (I had not quite figured out how to steer.)

Frank cried, “Whoa!” and my only thought was, “Thank goodness we bought the travel insurance!”

But we soon settled into our saddles and mastered the reins (for me – after running into a couple of trees – I think Ginger did it on purpose to prove she was in charge).

With Isaiah in the lead, we explored the jungle floor and crossed sun-dappled fields.  A very unique vantage point far off the beaten path.

We successfully made it home (and dismounted – more of a challenge than I thought with stiff legs).

And celebrated our equestrian triumph back at the lodge with lunch and a glass of wine.

Life is good.

Editor’s Note: We are back in the States, but have a few more blogs to post.  Keep traveling with us!

Today we took a trip back in time to explore the mysteries of the Mayans. Our guide, Noel (who is Mayan), picked us up for a private tour.  He suggested that we get there early to beat the crowds – there were a few cruise ships set to dock in Belize City today.

The site we were to visit is Xunantunich (pronounced shoo-nan-too-nitch). The entire area had been rolling hills covered over in jungle, when two hunters stumbled upon a giant mound topped in stone in the late 1800s.  Supposedly, a beautiful lady in white was on the top calling to them, but when they investigated, she was gone.  They mentioned this to the local priest, who said this had happened before.  They named the site Xunantunich (meaning “Stone Maiden” in Mayan).

To reach the ruin, we had to take a hand-cranked ferry across the Mopan River. This was because there are so many other ruins on the site that they didn’t want to build a bridge and road or they would disturb these ancient treasures.

In 1924, a British archeological team started excavation and unearthed a whole plaza of about a dozen dwellings dating from 200-900 AD. They think Mayans lived in this area as early as 1000 BC.  Today, only a small portion of what was the village is excavated.

It was magical and mysterious to witness all of this with only a handful of other people.

And then for the big climb up El Castillo. Noel explained that the tower is 130 feet tall and where they believe the royals resided, protected from the public.  It took over 15 years to excavate.   (To get a sense of how tall it is, see the teeny people on top?  That’s where we are heading!)

We slowly climbed up the original stone steps – some very steep and with no guardrails!

On the side of the ruin, archeologists uncovered well-preserved carvings representing the solstice and seasons.

Finally – to the top! What a view!  (See those teeny little people back on the ground?)

If you see the little white road in the distance, that is Guatemala! We are right on the border – 5 miles away.

To celebrate our climb, Noel took us to one of his favorite spots for lunch – a local institution called Benny’s Kitchen. Noel recommended the classic Mayan dish of pilbil (pil-BILL), which is pork cooked underground.  It was like pulled pork – but on a tortilla.  Delicious!

We definitely have a new appreciation for ancient Mayan engineering, history, and culture – and modern-day Mayan people and food.

At duPlooy’s, you know you are in the jungle. There are elevated walkways cut through the dense palm trees, and the most coveted spot is the hammock in the pavilion overlooking the river.  There is no AC, TV, or cell service – we’re pretty much off the grid.

But today we took a field trip to the fancy lodge next door – the one Prince Harry stayed at when he visited Belize.

Since we are jungle people now, we didn’t go by car – naturally, we decided to travel by canoe!

Our guide, Isaiah, helped us navigate our canoe down the Macal River. Luckily, I got to just sit in the middle and take pictures, while Frank and Isaiah paddled.

About half an hour later, we arrived at Chaa Creek.

Most of the guests at duPlooys are hard-core adventurers – they regale each other with stories of swimming through caves and crossing the border to Guatemala.

We were a little embarrassed to say we just wanted to sneak into the fancy lodge next door and check it out, so we traveled under the guise of a tour – to visit their butterfly breeding program.

Isaiah looked at us doubtfully, but just said, “Follow me.” Oh my gosh – we hiked up, up, up.  Finally, we made it to a beautifully manicured lawn with an infinity pool.

But I could hardly take a picture because we continued right on past the pool and up, up, up some more.

Frank and I were almost doubled over panting. We hope these butterflies are worth it!

And my goodness – they certainly were.

The guide above is showing us the underside of a butterfly – camouflaged to look like an owl (clever!).

The breeding program here features 3 species, which were endangered, including the beautiful blue morpho – it is hard to capture them – they were all over this enclosure (you can catch glimpses of intense blue).

They breed the eggs through caterpillar stage, then place the cocoon into the butterfly house and wait.

We got to watch a just-hatched butterfly emerge from the chrysalis and remain attached while drying its wings. We were speechless – and had forgotten all about the fancy pool.

Once the butterflies hatch, they swarm around looking for food.

Once they have their fill, they mate and lay eggs, but only live for a few days more.

I watched a beautiful blue butterfly zig-zag down, close its wings, and bow its head. The guide said this is natural – the end of life.  I stayed with it until it was gone, with tears in my eyes.  A special moment – the birth and death of a butterfly.

Frank and I slowly made our way back down knowing we had just witnessed something truly remarkable and not quite ready to join the rest of the world again.

After all that, we decided it was time to treat ourselves to lunch (Isaiah had given up on us by then and said to call when we were ready to leave Chaa Creek).

They have a gorgeous dining room – we even had dessert – we didn’t want it to end!

Finally, we called Isaiah, who came around in the duPlooy pick-up truck to fetch us. And so we left the fancy life behind.

This morning, we woke up to giant palm trees shrouded in mist for our walk to breakfast, which included grilled-to-order tortillas (very Mayan).

Chaa Creek was lovely (and I would highly recommend) – but maybe we are jungle people after all.

We have arrived in the jungle! What a change from the Caribbean Sea!  We are right on the border with Guatemala in a dense foliage of palm trees and vines with very steep terrain – and literally in the middle of nowhere!

We have no cell service and WIFI only at the bar – we are of the grid!

We are at duPlooy’s Jungle Lodge near San Ignacio. It is like a semi-fancy camp for grown-ups.  Frank and I have our own cabin (called a bungalow) with lots of privacy – we can’t see anyone through the thick trees.

We have a studio-type suite with bedroom, seating area, kitchen, bathroom.  No air-conditioning so we can hear the sounds of the jungle all around us.

And best of all – a front porch with a hammock.

Also – some pretty cool local art.

We walk out our door to a series of elevated catwalks that take us to the dining room and bar – also open-air.

There are 36 guests at the lodge, and since we are so remote, we all pretty much eat here.

They have a grill where they toast the tortillas – which smell wonderful in the morning at breakfast.

The 3-course menu each evening is written on a chalk board.  here is even a buffet for the birds right off the deck, and kinkajous stop by to eat bananas out of our hands at dinner.

This is an ecolodge, which means they strike to be as ecologically friendly as possible. They only use solar power and a back-up generator.  They even have a candle-lit lantern in our bungalow to encourage conservation after dark.  And it gets DARK here!  Thankfully, we also brought flashlights.  They also do not use plastic straws and instead, use a bucatini noodle (according to Frank) – so you have a crunch snack at the end of your cocktail!

We are armed with LOTS of bug spray (and have already gotten bitten so know we need to do a better job).

But we are ready for adventure!

It is our last full day in Hopkins – we are getting sad.

Frank spent his last day at his favorite spot – fishing on the end of the local dock.

There is a little wooden bench where he can spend hours at a time.  He uses frozen shrimp as bait (he microwaves before he goes) and has made friends all up and down the beach with fellow fishermen.

I also spent time on one of MY favorite activities – shopping! There is an amazing store called GariMaya, which is owned by a married couple – the husband is Garifuna (African) and the wife is Mayan.

They showcase all kinds of products made by local artisans. Frank and I stopped by there one day and I could tell this unique spot warranted a much longer excursion – one that Frank and I both agreed it would be better to leave him at home!  So I took the golf cart by myself and spent an hour or so – they even gave me a little gift to thank me.  (Some of you may be getting gifts from GariMaya this year!)

We really have loved our time in this little village.

When we first arrived, we saw the muddy pot-holed road and thought, “What have we gotten ourselves into?”

But as we putt-putted our way home from our last dinner in town tonight,  we got tears in our eyes

– and relished every bump along the way.

Next Stop: The Jungle!!