We drove our car into a mud hole and got VERY stuck. Bumper coming off, dark, raining, jungle on both sides, the works. I jumped out into the knee-deep sludge to try and push it out. The water was almost deep enough to spill into the car. Stuck. Fast. It was dark and it was raining. We were in the middle of the jungle. Who would you call? Yeah, we called the only living person we knew of in Belize–our AirBnB host. This woman should get a medal or something. She sent her husband and son out to give us a boost. After the fact, we found out they missed their little sister’s ballet recital to help us. What champions! Tyler looked over at me and solemnly said, “I’m glad we finally decided to get insurance on the car.”
Tip: Go with AirBnb. That way, you’ll have a contact in the country to turn to if you need to.
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