I flew into Belize International to take a 3 hour drive into Hopkins Bay on the Mainland.  Because of the last gasp of Tropical Storm Alma, the weather was a little spotty.  Despite the weather, I’d gotten to do most of the things I’d wanted and had gotten some great footage. After three days, I chartered a plane to fly from Dangriga to San Pedro on Ambergris Caye. The day before the flight, Hurricane Arthur swept through the northern districts of the country.  No one suspected that it would have caused such massive flooding throughout the entire country. On the way to the airport, the resort shuttle I was in was swept off the road and over a ditch by flood waters into what was normally a marsh or swamp, but at that point was a river. The water came into the van very quickly.  Luckily, it was only the driver and I in the vehicle. After scrambling to the front of the van to jump out the driver’s side window--the current was very strong, cold and deep--we held onto deeply-rooted mangrove reeds to keep from washing downstream. Our first thought was to climb atop the van to wait for help, but it was completely submerged and we didn’t know where it was. We made our way upstream to get closer to the road by grabbing onto the reeds and pulling.  That the water was too deep to stand and the current was strong, the easiest way to progress was to allow our feet to float behind us and to reach high to keep our heads above water.  After about forty minutes, we’d “climbed” as far as we could before we ran out of plants. We waited, discussing the prospect of staying there in the rising waters as opposed to going downstream in hopes of finding higher ground. After about another thirty minutes a huge dump truck full of gravel happened to pass by.  Thankfully, the driver and the two workers in the bed of the truck saw us. The two guys in the back of the truck threw us a hose from a pneumatic jackhammer.  After the fifth throw, we caught it and hung on.  The driver hit the gas to body-ski us to a point on the road where we could stand.  The water was waist-deep. We climbed the wheel wells to be hoisted into the load bed.  The driver took us down the road about two miles to where a group of people were surveying other flood damages.  The shuttle driver borrowed a cell phone to call the resort for another shuttle to take us back. After a day and a half, the waters had receded to where they could find the sunken van.  Needless to say, everything was waterlogged. More Later.