Chateau Carribean

Chateau Carribean

Belize City, Belize

Reviewed April 25th, 2006

If I had an arm for every person I met in Belize Vity who did not, if I had a leg for those without, if I had a home to give them then I would not give them bananas. Such as it was, bannnas were 14 for a buck and the homeless were a dime a dozen. On our way to Chateau Carribean they begged for anything, desperate, destitute and delirious. Few of them made enough sense to call it common.

Chateau Carribean looks out over the sea and sits near the Baron Bliss memorial, the patron of Belize famed for his love of ecstatic joy. Ectastic joy was not found wanting at the Chateau, but it came a little more slowly in the form of wide eyed stares of the staff, who seemed to stand off of the side observing us the entire time we were there, but always polite, quiet, lithe. It felt like we were the only people in an old house filled with incorporeal beings.

The restroom had a double hinged, accordian style door but I opted not to play it, because it squeaked. El urinario had its own special place that was private and special and sealed in like tomb. Actually, all of Belize City felt like a tomb filled with extras from Night of the Living Dead.

- Justin Teerlinck

RESTROOM RATING: 6
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