Roads in Belize are horrible, nasty, bumpy, car-killing, back-breaking, bruise-giving little things. Especially if you ride in the back of the van. They’re full of potholes and use speedbumps to monitor traffic instead of police. You constantly have to be on the lookout for cows, horses, sheep, and goats that roam about freely. And don’t forget about the chickens (there’s an endless supply, so it seems). But as much as I hate the ride, I love that little road that travels through the jungle from Belmopan to the little village of More Tomorrow.