Belize Jungle Crossing

Hot! I mean really hot! Not really sure if I am lost... I guess that just means we need to back track 3 days or so. Not like we would really die, but water was short as was the shade a few days before we had entered Belize.
The first day we only cycled 45k or so. It was getting dark and we found a field of cane to make camp. Waking early did little for us by way of getting ahead of the heat. Instead of taking the highway, which was in poor condition, out of the way, and going through dirty cities with lots of crime, we took the back roads.
These back roads are a dry season route through the jungle. Many people told us it is impossible at this time of year. We had heard from an English cyclist named Cass that we could follow our map and make it in 3 days. The maps we were able to get were cheesy tourist maps with funny drawings of animals and waterfalls etc. on them. Needless to say they did not cut it. We knew basically which way to go.
We followed directions to a town called Orange Walk. I mailed home some gear that I didn't need and we headed for this strange part of the country. All the farms are owned and run by Menonites. That is a link: they all dress in overalls or dresses and most only use horses and have no electricity. They are white folks living in Belize and they speak German. Wild! We ended the day camping at some Mayan Ruins called Lamanai. Jason and I took a walk at dusk and climbed the high temple and had 360º Views over the rolling jungle. Amazing.
That night it started raining...and raining...for 3days rain! We developed extremely soft skin. Our skin seemed to tear open with any force, not to mention the rashes from heat and moisture in the jungle. That day after pushing our bikes through dense mud in a direction we were pointed, we were down. I was convinced that we were going the wrong way. but after many lucky guesses on which way to go at the fork in the road we found a gate at Hill Bank. There was no one there so we made ouselves at home. Set up camp, and made a fire to push back the ridiculous mass of mosquitoes, like biblical proportions night and day. ALWAYS MOSQUITOES! This torture tends to get you down. I did however find some puddles and swam in them to cool off.
We left Hill Bank in the morning and cycled in the heat and torture of not knowing if we are going the right way. The rain was welcomed because of the heat but we needed to stay dry! We were prunes. At one junction that day we stopped and waited, hoping maybe a car or truck would pass the roads and look to have some occasional inhabitants as well as some logging traffic. No signs of life all day. Nobody. We were alone.
Around 5 we decided to pick a way and go. After 30 minutes we were out and on populated roads. We stopped to camp and seemed to be a town spectacle. Everyone wanted to talk to us. The next morning we were one hour away from the border town, but a long 4 hours later we made it to that town called San Ignacio. There was flooding on the river so the first bridge was out causing our delay. Back to civilization and luxaries, like eating. I ran out of food the night before, and man I was hungry. But wow what a trip, and just a slice of what has been happening.