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A pot of gold may be at the end of a rainbow...but a chocolate-coconut pie is at the end of a pot hole ridden alley in a ramshackle shack where Maggie lives.  It looked & smelled scrumptious...we bought the whole pie for $12.50...the pan (which we promised to return) was still hot.  We couldn't wait to get home and sink our teeth into it.  It was a bite of heaven!  We shared some with the lady who runs the hotel and a couple of the drummers.  Wish I could bring lots of them home to share with you!!!

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The Tobacco Caye dock filled with people that we'd met the last few days all wishing us well on the rest of our trip.  The ocean was calm so we seemed to glide on top as we headed back to Dangriga to catch the bus to Hopkins...a small village about an hour away...a diamond in the rough.  We had booked a room at the Garifuna Drum Center and found it freshly painted, well built, cleverly decorated with a frig, coffee pot, spacious hot shower, a real bed and a porch with a hammock....all right on the beach.,,all for just $55.  The hot sun quickly encouraged us to get in our suits and let the cool Caribbean Sea roll over us.  Bikes came with the room and so after a while we headed out to check out the town and find some lunch.  Though definitely still Belizean, this town has an extra dose of friendliness.  The tourist and locals seem to mingle easily.  After dark, the drumming started so we followed our ears.  With amazing speed they beat the drums...their hands a blur of movement.  We only planned to stay one night but have extended it to five.  When you find a piece of paradise, why rush away looking for another?  I should qualify this statement by what you must look beyond here:  piles of trash, deserted crumbling buildings & ones very similar but not deserted where chickens, dogs & children play in the dirt yards...but it's what you can take in that overrides this:  kids in their school uniforms walking to school or on rusty bikes often with a smaller child on the handlebars, the broad smiles & friendly greeting from the locals, the smell of fresh baked coconut bread, the multi colored hammocks where the cool wind rocks you gently, the vibrant green coconut trees, the glistening sand and of course, the warm inviting sea.  Need I saw more?  We found the local bakery, sucked down a pineapple smoothie, soaked up the sea, rode bikes up & down the sides streets and searched for Maggie's famous coconut-chocolate pie.  We were hot on the pie trail when we met two women walking on the road.  Rog asked them if they knew where Maggie's was...and one piped up..."I'm Maggie!"  Unfortunately all the pie was gone but she promised to make us one tomorrow.  Can't wait.  Again right after dark, the drumming started.  It was a group of young boys who also dancing the Punta.  We went back to our room after a bit and were serenaded to sleep by the sound of distant drumming.