The roads in Belize are far and few in between, with only one real main road through the country. And the pavement was much worse than in Mexico. And don’t even get me started on the road signs. On the off chance there was a sign at all, it was usually broken, faded beyond legibility, or vague and confusing. After only one or two brief wrong turns, we made it to our turnoff for Hopkins, the town we had opted to stay in for the night. As we neared the town, a local was setting up a sign that said in large, hand-painted scribble “Bridge Out At Manatee.” Manatee was maybe 20 miles up the road and was impossible to bypass (seeing how bridges are there for a reason and all), so we ended up turning tail and going the long way around, adding maybe 80 kilometers to our day. I would say this sucks, but the entire road we were originally going to use was dirt, so it was probably faster and less effort to take the longer, paved way anyways, haha.