I have never heard a jackhammer in Belize. But then I have never lived anywhere they would be used. Mostly, in the poorer Central American countries, everything is done by hand, with spud bars and picks. And muscles.
Tomorrow is our last day here, and we plan to walk upriver to the spot across from our old dugout landing. We are both looking forward to it.
The walk upriver will be on a farmer road, the road where all the farmers walk to their individual plots, turning off at whichever side trail fits their needs. We will not actually see the river until we arrive at our destination. There ought to be some good photo ops along the way though. It is early in the rainy season; by December this "road" will be ankle deep in mud with every step. Very easy to have one's boot sucked off their foot. One time I stepped into an everyday looking mud puddle and sunk in to my hip. Fun times.