Later that day... when I go for dinner I spot a flyer for a major concert featuring four Ragga MC’s. It’s expensive but sounds worthy. Unfortunately the boys are initially pretty reluctant to go anywhere… they just want to drink beers and watch the fireworks from afar.
Eventually after many beers I convince one of them to check out this concert. We catch a cab down, which is a large 4WD which stops to pick up other people as well. We get out at the sea front boulevard as traffic is piled up outside the venue. People are sitting on the concrete retaining wall drinking, eating and listening to car stereos. We are the only white people around. One guy comes up and says he can sell us cheap tickets and get us in before the cue. On listening to the performance we decide it’s not worth it anyway.
Another older guy comes over and advises us not to give anyone any money and tells us there’s more parties and clubs happening further down. I decide to trust him and we follow him as he rants about Belizean society. We pass several places blasting music out. I would be happy with any of them and are just keen to check out the local ‘scene’. We end up at a club playing loud ‘Punta’ Music. The place is packed and after we get our beers and sit down I tell the guide we’re happy on our own and give him $5 Belize. He goes, but 10 minutes later he comes back again saying that he has to teach us to dance Punta style.
I look around at the dance floor and watch what the women are doing and it’s basically gyrate on the men. The men hardly move at all… one is just smoking and leaning against the wall, his girl vibrating her arse against his groin. I hope this isn’t a symbol of the gender relations here – but I have a feeling it could be.
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