Once upon a time, just a little while back, two buddies decided to take a little walk. Dr. Nico and Dr Buzzard had been working so very hard and they needed a little break. So they jump upon the Izusu pony and head out west from their little fishing and pig farming community to see what trouble they may be able to cause.
Upon hitting the main trail up by the Santa Cruz Village, these dos muy malo locos stopped to get some beer to help them decide which way to go. For some reason the beers told them to head south on the southern trail. Eventually, after many, many stops and many, many beers, these two hombres found themselves in a place called Hicattee.
“Holy shit” they both said and laughed as they had said the same thing at the same time. There was nothing but caballeros and no electricity or water or even worse, no cold beer in that little community. Plus, these two madmen didn’t even know for sure how they got there, but they did know the Isuzu pony had lost her ass, er muffler, on the way up the hill that had taken four tries to get her up to the top of it.
So anyways, finding out they were by a major import/export port on the Guatemalan border, they decided to take another little walk and see what was over there. So off on foot they go to see what adventures lay yonder.
The walk down the Hicattee River and over into Guatemala wasn’t too bad. They were only stopped by highwaymen twice, but Dr. Nico and Dr. Buzzard were not to be deterred and, although all kinds of rumors abound down there, the two doctors have assured everyone, that they know nothing about the criminal’s disappearances. And they laugh with great memories each time the story comes up.
Unfortunately, all stories come to an end. After rejecting the advances of several senoritas (yeah, right…) the two hombres went back to their home country. Well, there was a small side track on the way. But that is another story, for another time.
But back into the beautiful Belize, Dr Nico slept in the tree. Dr. Buzzard slept on the back of the Isuzu pony. A few days later the pony somehow figured out the way home and the los crazy bwais got beat up by their old hens.
Well, that was once upon a time. I heard somebody the other day say something about it might be time for a walkabout again. I daan know --- just sayin....
By the way: This story is a complete fabrication of fiction and any resemblance to anyone is completely coincidental.
Entry into the country
Exit from Guatemala -- We daan need no stinking passaporte