Some of the drive is very beautiful and when you’re sitting in the back of an air conditioned tricked out Land Rover the hours pass pleasantly.
It’s a far cry above the hot sweaty buss that took some 18 hours to get to Belize City.
The only aspect of the trip that’s been difficult is the wondering. I have not heard from or spoken to Blade or my best friend Alex in two years. I assume that she is now a Whispering Pines police officer and she probably thinks I must have been killed by the club. Ours will be a glorious reunion. The most difficult part about my self- imposed exile has been not talking to or otherwise contacting her. I am sure she’ll probably be pissed at first, but in the end she’ll understand why I had to run. I would have either ended up dead or in prison. Too many people wanted me dead so I’m almost certain that would have been the end result had I not fled. I am actually surprised that no one caught up to me before I left the country. Maybe that was Blade’s doing and maybe Alex had a hand in that as well.
