Chapter Twenty-Seven
The humid air hit Sophia like an invisible cushion. She breathed deeper to acclimatize herself as she disembarked the tanker and walked the pier to Belize City. Belize City’s version of a marina was less recreational and more fishing boats. As her sneakers hit earth for the first time in a week, she noticed the tourists actually outnumbered the locals. Over her shoulder, she could see two Goliath-sized cruise liners anchored beyond the coral shelf.
Passing a legion of buffet-fattened tourists, Sophia headed for the hiking store listed in the Lonely Planet guide. She had to get her kit together. That meant appropriate clothing that would breathe well and still afford protection from stings and bites, a decent pair of hiking boots and a lot of water.
She managed to ge
