Hopkins Village

We liked Hopkins a lot. We were there during the week, and it’s also low season (ie, there were about twenty gringo guests at the resort, and it’s a large property). Meanwhile, the villagers were doing their normal routines (work, school, shopping, etc) and we felt a little suspect trying to take thhopkins-roadeir pictures. I’m thinking I probably need to get over that, because if you ask, most of them are happy to oblige.

Here’s our picture album from the village – missing two pictures I wish I would have taken. The first was of an old woman in a house dress, plump and barefoot, hauling two big logs down the street (I quipped: “That’s me at 80, still collecting firewood”). The other was what looked like a mid-afternoon class being held outside under a large palapa – the kids all lined up on benches in their neat school uniforms, and a teacher up front reading to them. We would have had to specifically drive closer to get the shot, which meant we’d be interrupting, so we went on by instead.purple-flowers-on-the-fence

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I would have liked to go inside, but Miss Bertie’s wasn’t open. 😦
Not sure how or why, but the Chinese definitely have the market on supermarkets, here.

shopping-centerWe stopped at this guy’s little gift stand (I’ve forgotten his name). He told us that he works at Hamanasi, a nearby resort, but in his off time he also weaves a kind of raffia-like straw and what he called “jippy jap,” a flexible reed, into baskets and other items.

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police-station

The police station looks kind of imposing, but not apparently as intimidating as this office, where they clearly take their crime and punishment seriously (um, letter spacing, anyone?). Only two days a week, though. 🙂

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hopkins-school

School was in session. Time for stressed out parents to visit here:

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These guys were characters – Alex and Santiago, at another gift shop further down the road. Alex told us about his family in Libertad, not far from Corozal, and how he liked living in Hopkins better. We’d actually given Santiago a lift in the back of the truck as we’d come into town the day before, and he recognized us right away. They were dusting out their shop, understandable with dry season still underway. Sculptures like these made out of zericote wood are common in gift shops here – the wood has a beautiful texture – and we ended up buying a parrot (the toucans were maybe more representative of Belize, as the country’s official bird; but they didn’t have any attitude). Also, I think Alex might be a little of a ham.

alex-in-front-of-standIt was VERY hot, even at mid-morning. We stopped at the Tree Top Bar over the Funky Dodo Hostel Inn and had a Belikin served by Matthew. He asked if we’d heard about the Garifuna drum jam at the Driftwood Beach Bar & Pizza Shack that evening (we had); good, he’d probably see us there.

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Bet it was a nice view from that palapa. And here’s some blue mangoes.

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On the way back to the resort (and the pool), we passed the Garifuna drum school (which unfortunately wasn’t open at the time). The evening before, the Rhum Bar at the resort (see more about this next post) had been playing a CD by The Garifuna Collective, which was awesome music (apparently available on iTunes if you are interested – I’ll be downloading some of it).

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2 thoughts on “Hopkins Village

  1. Christine says:

    Thanks again for your wonderful blog; you really seem to capture the true essence of a place with your words & pics.

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