My Trip Home From Belize

My trip home from Belize in my airplane, was early because of the greed of the Belizean government.

They insisted I pay an enormous tax to use my own airplane. That isn’t going to happen anytime soon.

I had argued with the comptroller of customs that I had paid all of the evil taxes when I bought this machine and was not about to pay again.

One power hungry woman even tried to steal my airplane on behalf of her employer, the government of Belize. Fortunately I was able to deal with a higher up who was more conciliatory, due to a friends connections in government.

But, even that connection was insufficient to keep the tax hounds away.

So, on January 27, 2006 I observed a break in the poor weather going across Belize at the time and around 10:00 am departed San Pedro for the 15 minute flight to Belize International for fuel. This is the only airport in all of Belize with fuel. Hard to Belize isn’t it?

Besides getting fuel, I was able to use up another 2 hours of frustration and a bunch of cash going through the escape ritual.

It’s just as hard to leave as to enter. What a terrible waste of time and energy. It was to get worse in the US. (It’s a good thing the US is a “free country”, what a joke that would be if it wasn’t so tragic). What was it Johann Von Goeth said in 1744? “No man is so hopelessly enslaved as one who thinks he is free.”

Finally I’m airborne about 1:00pm for Veracruz Mexico.

A lot of Belize, the north end of Guatemela, and Southern Yucatan and Tobasco is totally uninhabited and is just plain jungle and swamp. I wondered what I would do to survive if I had to make a forced landing and could live through the landing in trees.

Nothing to worry about as the weather was gorgeous and the ride was relatively smooth with only a few bumps. The Bonanza was droning along perfectly, and as advertised.

The Baja bush pilots association had mentioned somewhere that Veracruz was often subject to poor flying weather and scud running for VFR pilots.

True to form the weather turned ugly about 150 miles to the south of MMVR and I was down to 3-400 feet just offshore, with the odd excursion further out and occasionally over some points of land to avoid some severe cells which reduced visibility to as little as ½ a mile.

It started to break up and turn positively beautiful about 20 miles south of Veracruz and the flight in allowed me to see how nice the city looked and it’s surrounding beaches.

I was dreading the usual Mexican bureaucratic nightmare even though I had all my ducks in a row.

What a pleasant surprise. I was met just inside the terminal by a gorgeous and very pleasant Mexican customs agent who asked me to push the usual button to see which light I would get. I got the green and didn’t need to be searched.

Thankfully she escorted me through the other bureaucrats and I didn’t fill out any papers and I didn’t pay any Pesos either. Wow, what a shock to the system.

Due to this great treatment, and the recommendations of the Baja Bush Pilots Association I decided to stay the night.

Things were going too well, and as I brought my stuff from the plane 2 federallies’ showed up and wanted to search my bags.

In Mexico, or Belize, any number of people can search you and sometimes on more than 1 occasion from the same departments. It’s a good example of a police state in action and is of course where we’re all heading if we don’t stop it soon.

I got a cab to downtown Veracruz and a hotel on the square. This was Friday night and the bands never stopped all night and of course the incessant honking of horns never quit. Needless to say I never slept but at least I had a great time prior to trying.

Next leg Veracruz To Mcallen Texas


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