My trip began a few days earlier than April 1st. It was the grand adventure going to Belize to study crocodiles. The last time I travelled internationally was in another century, another time when a passport wasn't required and it consisted of walking across the border of California into Mexico. The anxiety hit me as a walked across the metal walkway towards the open door of the airplane.
Made my flight in the predawn hours to Atlanta. Where I caught my second flight to Belize City.
All was good until I landed. The form I had filled out earlier online disappeared somewhere in the interwebs. Then I had to fill out a paper for. The wifi connection on my phone was crap, I knew I had instructions on filling out the form but now it was lost. I winged it, they let me in and you know my anxiety needed to drop down via an ice-cold beer! My third flight was a prop plane to where I was staying. The final airport looked like something out of a Miami Vice Episode. There I was waiting outside waiting for my ride.
This is how my adventure began follow along as I rewind my adventure!
