We took off from Flores in a small bus (Okay it was micro but we had shotgunned front seats for maximum leg room) and made it to the border in two hours. We carried our bags and hangovers out of Guatemala and reached the Belize entry desk when another gringo projectile vomited in the arrivals shed. I wouldnt be far wrong by saying that she was still in Guatemala and her technicoloured breakfast was in Belize. After some vigorous bargaining with taxi drivers on the other side we decided to blow them all off and we hitched a lift from the border to the closest town, San Ignacio.
First impressions of Belize.
- They are a commonwealth country, Queens head on all denominations
- They all speak English, very bizzare for this side of the world
- The rasta attitude "No wuddies mun!!"
We jumped straight on a three hour chicken bus to Belize city. Not the most visually impressive or visually safe cities in the world but after booking some boat tickets we sat down with some well deserved cold beers. At 530 our boat took off and in forty five minutes time after a micro bus, walking, hitching, a chicken bus and a boat we arrived at our destination, Caye Caulker. Supposedly the cheaper and more backpacker friendly of the Carribean islands we were soon at home doing little to nothing. We stayed at the famed Tinas hostel. No one knows who Tina is and no one knows where Tina was. For all anyone knew, Nat was Tina. Checking people in, organising parties and giving himself the privilege of the private king room with cable and air con after staff (Tina) from the hostel failed to show for two straight days. As John would say "Good times". We spent the days swimming at the "Split", a channel that was created by a hurricane some years ago (splitting Caye Caulker in two) in crystal clear and warm ocean waters. Nat did some diving and by night fall Caye Caulker came alive with the rattle of Tinas and the 95% rum from our friend Chan. We occasionally met friends at Oceanside for drinks and solo ragaton boogies, but for the main part, everyone knew where the parties were at.
Highlight for me included John, being fed up with Nats snoring (seriously this dude snores anywhere- beaches, buses, dorms), pelting him with books in the darkness of our room. John only discovered the next day that the snoring hadnt stopped because Nat wasnt sleeping in the bed he had thought he was. Some poor guy checked out very early that morning, I can only imagine with a headache and a new found fear of books.
Belize in the end was a bit expensive for our budget so after accruing some more shady acquaintances we headed Mexico’s way.
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