Wolf had always said it was the friendliness of her people which
ultimately convinced him to relocate his family from the heartland
of the European Community to the bush jungles of Belize. To this
very day, despite the challenges, he remains committed to his
love affair with Belize.
the adult Wolfs agree on at least one thing when it comes to the
land by the Carib Sea, and that's that Belize offered to
them and theirs yet another new beginning at making life meaningful
in a string of pearls of attempts at finding a new beginning.
guess then that's why Charley Wolf, daydreaming upon all that
friendliness, was so miffed as to just why some Rasta guy with
platinum highlights they had just left dockside had found reason
to cuss a family of total strangers. For literally as the Belize
City to Caye Caulker ferry boat pushed her away towards the open
channel with him and his family, Charley Wolf became rattled and
confused as to just why he and the family had been verbally thrashed
so relentlessly until they were completely out of his sight as
well as verbal range.
all the Wolfs could only reason that the young man had possibly
been left jilted after they declined his unsolicited offers to
help them with their luggage dockside. Charley loved his Belize
and so reasoned that surly the people of the western Caribbean
country had no malice towards foreigners with a different shade
the not so kind farewell at the Belize City pier now disappearing
into the wake of the ferry boat, Charley and his family were on
their adventure again. Immediately the reality came crashing in
as the hull of the wave dancing Thunderbolt slapped the Wolfs
sideways. Just as the boat once again landed back down upon the
surface of Earth from the crest of another wave, a soaked Charley
Wolf could care less about getting all wet.
For Charley was finally starting to walk tall again after the
chewing he had received from Mrs. Wolf only twenty four hours
prior. That's right, though she would surly never forget, Mrs.
Wolf had almost forgiven Charley for dropping their hard earned
savings so frivolously two nights earlier in a Belize City hotel
it all happened Charley and Mrs. Wolf both admit it should be
no mystery to anyone. "For never have gambled is to have
never lost", she would say, and Charley Wolf as countless
other men have done day in and day out throughout the ages, sadly,
Charley played the odds and lost.
his favour, for decades Charley Wolf had not set one foot into
the likes of a casino. Never speaking about a twisted road-trip
in his late teens when casinos were new to even New Jersey, Charley
openly admitted he didn't like gambling nor the life it brought
to the gambler.
so that's why it was with great apprehension Charley Wolf had
sidestepped destiny to walk back into a gambling casino. It would
be the first night in twenty-nine years that Charley chanced venturing
into a big room at an oceanfront resort, and so to no one's real
surprise, something less than primitive that had remained silent
all those years in his heart took over and absolutely caught him
on fire with the gambling bug. Yes, you could say, the poor man
literally within minutes of picking up from the cashier his first
round of poker chip tokens, Charley was sitting alone, cards to
cards with an East Indian woman dealer who said she was from Punta
Gorda. Realizing quickly he was at odds at the five dollar Black
Jack table as well as totally absorbed with intrigue by the eyes
of the East Indian woman, Charley decided to cut the tension and
so asked politely that he be brought a small glass of Vodka. The
house of course obliged Charley's request as any casino in the
world would readily do for a player.
Charley would reflect with the Mrs. upon the magic the ringing
of the slot machines and the bright lights and the passing show
girls had had upon him. Charley would also admit that slamming
short fat glasses of Russian Vodka blended gently with milk and
Kailua certainly did little to enhance his card playing focus.
by the light or the liquors or a combination of all of the above,
at first Charley Wolf was up a hundred and fifty and feeling no
pain. However, four drinks and an hour later he had a pounding
throbbing in his temples and was down somewhere around five hundred
and thirty-five dollars and free falling fast.
said, in the end, the house had her way with Charley and the Wolfs
adventure was forever setback somewhere between US$500 and BZ$1100.00.
As painfully devastating as the obvious financial loss at the
gambling table in Belize City had been to Charley and the Wolfs,
once again it was Mrs. Wolf that rallied the family forces from
there was nothing left than the lesson learned and off they should
all be to the task now at hand, which required they gather their
belongs and disembark for the shores of Caye Caulker. And can
you believe his luck, why the first person that old Charley Wolf
laid his good eye to eye upon was yet another platinum Rasta man,
this one Caye Caulker side and smiling as the words slipped off
his tongue, "Hey ma-an, you need a hotel or a tour or a taxi