Chan Chich is a lodge between our town and the Guatemalan border. It is set in the jungle, directly on the site of a Mayan Ruin. This is a world-class resort catering to anyone who wants to explore the jungle of Central America in luxurious accommodations. We are fortunate enough that our friend Abe is friends with the American couple who own the place. It is set about an hour back into the bush along a private road. There are two checkpoints you have to drive through – you cannot pass without permission. It seems there are many hoity-toity guests who don’t want their birdwatching or jaguar sightseeing to be disturbed by those darned locals.
The lodge has nine miles of trails surrounding it – cleared paths through rainforest canopy with jungle growth covering large mounds that once served as the downtown buildings in a Mayan city. You drive between two small, grass-covered pyramids when you enter the lodge grounds. The parking lot is alongside a steep, grassy temple complex extending the length of the parking area and main lodge building. There is a trail alongside the back of that particular structure allowing you to climb to the top, sit on the little park bench, and enjoy the view of the resort grounds and surrounding wildlife.
Abundant wildlife. I
don’t even know how many deer and turkeys we saw on the way in. The turkeys were all over the resort, too. They have no fear of people, so we could have easily thrown one into the back of the car for our Thanksgiving meal. They’re crazy looking, too. They look like a cross between an ugly, brown North American turkey and a peacock. I didn’t realize holiday birds could come in such vibrant colors. Perhaps we need to make use of these animals by creating another holiday between Thanksgiving and Christmas that calls for a turkey dinner and festive holiday colors…
There were a lot of spider monkeys, too. They’re not too concerned with being discreet and avoiding predators. Let’s just say they would make really bad ninjas. We were just walking around the trail and they start crashing though the treetops, leaves showering down as the branches snap and crack above our heads. Our friend Hilda warned us not to get too close, as the angry-monkey-throwing-poo image is not just a myth. I wasn’t about to test that.
Most of the tombs had been raided long before the place was mapped, excavated, and a resort built on the plaza. There was a single king’s tomb in the ground however that was uncovered recently, with a mummy, jade, and various Mayan artifacts s
till intact. The actual temples and pyramids had been opened up and emptied, though. It was strange to walk into the hollowed-out sections of the pyramids. They were colder than I imagined possible in such a humid environment. Melissa reminded me of the famous Tomb Raider character Lara Cr
oft – just waltzing into an open pyramid like it was her business, ready to take any treasure she could find. A fascinating place, though.
The owners of the resort told our friend Abe th
at we could bring our swimsuits and take advantage of the pool house. It actually wasn’t warm enough for that, though. During the dry
season here, we will occasionally have cold fronts from Mexico called Northers that will bring cold air for several days in a row before becoming hot and humid again. The pool house was gorgeous, though. It ran along the side of a long, grassy mound that could have been either the ballcourt or oratory of the Mayan community. The pool house was a giant screened-in garden with lush, tropical plants all along the wall and surrounding the raised hot tub. Beautiful!
Afterward, we had faspa – a daily Mennonite tradition comparable to the English “Tea Time,” with coffee and muffins. The coffee at the resort was free, strong, and thick. I can’t believe we live so close to this place! My aunt and uncle are coming down for Christmas. She has a background in horticulture and wants to see the flora and fauna of Belize – can’t wait to take them there. My uncle is also a farmer, so I 
think he’ll appreciate the Gallon Jug estate we drive through – where all the coffee in Belize is grown. It was glorious…
Love and miss you all – hope to hear from you soon and that you had a Happy Thanksgiving!
Chan Chich is a lodge between our town and the Guatemalan border. It is set in the jungle, directly on the site of a Mayan Ruin. This is a world-class resort catering to anyone who wants to explore the jungle of 
don’t even know how many deer and turkeys we saw on the way in. The turkeys were all over the resort, too. They have no fear of people, so we could have easily thrown one into the back of the car for our Thanksgiving meal. They’re crazy looking, too. They look like a cross between an ugly, brown North American turkey and a peacock. I didn’t realize holiday birds could come in such vibrant colors. Perhaps we need to make use of these animals by creating another holiday between Thanksgiving and Christmas that calls for a turkey dinner and festive holiday colors…
till intact. The actual temples and pyramids had been opened up and emptied, though. It was strange to walk into the hollowed-out sections of the pyramids. They were colder than I imagined possible in such a humid environment. Melissa reminded me of the famous Tomb Raider character Lara Cr
oft – just waltzing into an open pyramid like it was her business, ready to take any treasure she could find. A fascinating place, though.
at we could bring our swimsuits and take advantage of the pool house. It actually wasn’t warm enough for that, though. During the dry
season here, we will occasionally have cold fronts from 
Afterward, we had faspa – a daily Mennonite tradition comparable to the English “Tea Time,” with coffee and muffins. The coffee at the resort was free, strong, and thick. I can’t believe we live so close to this place! My aunt and uncle are coming down for Christmas. She has a background in horticulture and wants to see the flora and fauna of 
think he’ll appreciate the Gallon Jug estate we drive through – where all the coffee in 
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