Heading to the beach
Caye Caulker, Belize
| I filled my backpack and headed down to the pier in time for the noon ferry over to Caye Caulker, a little strip of land that I should probably have gone over to the week before if Vanessa hadn‘t distracted me :p At least the weather seemed more reasonable, the water was even blue instead of the brown I was used to seeing. Maybe I would be diving the Blue Hole in a few days?!? |
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The ferry was 50% tourists so I guessed it was a pretty popular spot, I paid $20 us return and sat listening to American Archaolgogy students chat to a Norwegian couple about their plans to visit Europe. An hour or so later we we at the island and I set off with a vague idea of where I wanted to stay. Daisy’s place smelt of mildew so I settled for Marins. Shared shower, double room for $15 us. I was hoping to meet up with Katarija again who had told me she would be heading over about the same time but a walk around town didn’t make her appear.
I was pulled up short by a local guy, Charles, who made me feel bad by trying to brush him off. “Relax man, meet the locals!” he told me, so I stopped to chat. Two minutes later he was trying to sell me drugs and telling me where the island brothels were. So much for being friendly.
We’re only on a strip of land 700 meters by 100 so its pretty small. Up at the ‘split’ there’s a cool bar with a diving board and a broken up concrete pier where the tourists lie basking like seals all day. Its hot, sunny but with a fresh breeze, the hurricane near Florida was blowing all the way over. Not a bad place to chill for a few days.
