Bye Bye Belize

So, as most of my readers (if not all of them) will know by now, my time in Belize has come to an end. Finally. Continue reading


Diving Blind into the Blue Hole

As you may remember, last year I scuba dived into Belize’s Great Blue Hole – an underwater karst sinkhole that’s famous for its perfectly round shape and enormous speleothems (huge stalactites, stalagmites, and columns). Continue reading

BCVI Summer Camp

As I’ve mentioned in a previous post, as part of the BCVI’s work in improving the eye health of Belizeans, they have a rehab department (though not rehab in the Amy Winehouse sense).  The department consists of Rehabilitation Field Officers who go out into the towns and villages of Belize and find those blind and visually impaired patients who can’t be helped with glasses, medication or surgery.  They work with the patients and their families, liaise with teachers and employers, and generally try to ensure that the patients lead as full a life as possible and become as integrated into society as possible.  Obviously, this work is more important for children than adults.  So, as part of the rehab work, once a year, the BCVI runs a summer camp for children, for two weeks in July. Continue reading


As an addendum to my previous post (and because I’m bored and clearly have far too many opinions), rather than spewing my thoughts out of my great flapping pie-hole at whoever’s unfortunate enough to be sat next to me at the bar (or chuntering them out under my breath like an escaped schizophrenic mental patient [although that is a very good way to keep the seat next to you free when travelling by public transport]), instead I thought I’d collect them together into another post.  The previous post was mainly about the BCVI (my employer) and my job (that stuff I do when I’m not drinking coffee and cursing at the air conditioner); this one’s less about the specifics and more about the general issues of working in IT and working in Belize.  And some other quasi-philosophical nonsense. Continue reading


For a change, I thought I’d post a blog entry that’s not some self-indulgent narcissistic claptrap about what I’ve been doing at the weekends, nor a semi-racist rant about working and living in a foreign country; instead I thought I’d expound a little on the organisation that I’m working for, and what I’m doing for them.  And then pad it out with self-indulgent narcissistic claptrap and semi-racist ranting. Continue reading