We're deciding on what to do on a hot Saturday afternoon in Corozal, the northernmost town that borders Mexico.
This is the day that we ended-up at a rat hole of an Indian restaurant, eating spicy curry chicken.
The restaurant owner invited us in as we walked past, not unlike the cabarets in New York City or Paris.
After he took our orders, he disappeared behind a curtain to begin cooking. We had serious thoughts of running out at this point!

SPICY-YES! We couldn't tell whether the food agreed with us or not, as our intestines were in a perpetual state of digestive havoc...