Of Dangriga, my guidebook said that "there’s not a lot to do in town except spend the night and head onward." To me this meant very few tourists, which I found very attractive. I also took it as a challenge. The guidebook writer obviously didn’t spend enough time in Dangriga to find some interesting things to do – maybe I can be the first to discover a hidden gem. Well, I was right about the number of tourists, anyway.
My guidebook also went on to describe Dangriga as a friendly, quiet, fishing town. Unless I was in a different town with the same name, I did not find this to be an accurate overall description of Dangriga, but there were glimpses of it.
Our visit started out well enough. We had met a group of professors and students on the airplane who were also going to Dangriga. They invited us to ride with then on their charter bus – saving us around $30 in taxi and bus fees. I must have good transportation karma from those times that I pick up hitchhikers (to my husband’s dismay).
We had made email reservations at Pal’s Guesthouse. The owner had given away the last shared-bath room (which we had requested), but he remembered my email reservation and gave us a better room for the same price. See my separate entry for Pal’s Guesthouse.
Upon arrival at the guesthouse, we pretty much collapsed into bed after the full day of traveling.
The next day, after a breakfast of a few groceries, we set out to explore the town. We found the town center to be dusty and dirty, but the coastline was pretty and North Stann Creek was filled with all kinds of boats. There was a large fruit and vegetable market on the north side of the creek, near the ocean.
We ate lunch at Roots Kitchen (near Havana Creek on north side), where we were given an enormous amount of food for US$2.50 per person. We had stew chicken, rice, beans, coleslaw, and fried plantains – a truly typical Belizean meal. It was a good but salty meal. We had a nap during a wicked rainstorm, then headed out for a walk to GraGra Lagoon, south of town. I had seen a sign for the lagoon as part of a conservation project. It was around a 20-minute walk to the lagoon, which was pretty from our limited view from the road. We also continued to the end of the road, which was a nice walk and a good escape from town. On the way back, we got a brief glimpse of Garifuna culture. There was a large group of drummers and dancers, one dressed as a bull, chasing the children around. This turned out to be part of an extended New Year’s celebration.
Dinner was nothing great, and again very salty. We ate at the Riverside Café, where I had Fish Teriaki, and Dan had Chicken Fajitas (more like stew). The bill was US$15. We did meet a nice couple during dinner. They took us to show us their guesthouse – the Bluefield Lodge. This was a great guesthouse, which I wish we had known about sooner. The rooms were much nicer than ours, with hot water, and very clean. I liked that the six rooms were all upstairs rooms, past the front desk and watchful owner, Louise – very secure. The price of US$25 (double with private bath) seemed like it would have been well worth it. Louise was a tall beautiful intelligent woman. She and her mother were the friendliest people we met in Dangriga. Louise had all of the information that Augustin at Pal’s GH did not. She helped us immensely even though we were not staying with her. The six of us had a lively and laughter-filled conversation about anything and everything for about an hour, and it was a nice end to our evening.
The less attractive side of Dangriga didn’t show itself until the following day. We first learned from Augustin that one of the rooms (in the building closest to the ocean) was broken in to and six women had their wallets stolen. He was very unsympathetic to the travelers’ situation, and that disappointed me.
Then we had a rather large intimidating fellow approach us begging for money.
Then, we met a man who followed us around town trying to talk to us, claiming to be a tour guide, and wanting to know what our plans were. We told him we didn’t need his "guide" services, but we did chat with him so as not to be rude. He then wandered off to use the telephone – when he caught up to us again he claimed that he made some arrangements for us at our next destination, and he got us some fruit (as he had seen us go to the market area, only to find it closed). We felt obligated to give him some money even though we didn’t ask for his help. I guess it was still so early in our trip that we were exuding an aura of naivety and were good targets.
We did not give him much money, but it turned out to be too much when we discovered that he never made the arrangements that he said he did. We had suspected this might happen, but had hoped for the best anyway. Oh well, it was a learning experience. We had been convinced that something like that wouldn’t happen to us, because we knew there were folks like this and we were suspicious about it. But I think it was the slickness of his doing things for us without our approving it and making us feel obligated that took us by surprise. We were much harder after that, and all feelings of obligation to others were gone.
This ending left me with a bad impression of Dangriga, even though it may not deserve my harsh feelings. I do think Dangriga is a very poor area, dirty and not terribly friendly, with some drug problems (hard drugs, not just herbaceous ones) and associated problems with HIV/AIDS. But if visitors stick with Bluefield Lodge, and use Dangriga as a base for day trips and longer trips to surrounding cayes (rather than as a destination in and of itself), I think they will not find it too terrible. A better choice might be nearby Hopkins village, which I did not visit, but numerous travelers reported that it is a great up-and-coming coastal destination. A guesthouse owner in touristy Placencia said that Hopkins is now what Placencia was 25 years ago.
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