Tue 15 Jul 2008
DAY 301!
Barton Creek, Belize
I packed up and decided to head west with Katrijn and Eva. I was going to have to go to Guatemala no matter what, there is no vehicle ferry to Honduras. I would have a dilemma soon though since it seemed that is where all my new friends from Caye Caulker would be heading next.
Thankfully my van was still where I left it in Belize City and we drove off without incident. It was so boring Eva fell asleep.
After only a couple of hours we turned off the highway onto a dirt track on the way up to Barton Creek. It is an off the beaten track gem which we were all keen to see. The road was pretty rough though, but nothing too bad I thought. We hit a couple of rocks since I don’t have the best clearance but it seemed to be no worse than the occasional road I had done in Baja California.
Eventually we turned off that road onto one that was even narrower. We were getting close we thought. Then it all went wrong.
Or maybe we were saved.
We saw the sign for the cave pointing right but all thought it pointed left. We went right.
We came to a deep creek which I didn’t want to cross so turned around and came back to the sign.
We realised our mistake and turned around.
This was the worst place to do it and ended up getting stuck on a steep slope and nearly dropping down a cliff.
Fortunately, a local family was passing by shortly after in their 4WD and after pushing and sitting on the hood without much luck told us they would come back with a rope.
When they came back Bill was crawling underneath and saw that I had also knocked a hole in my oil pan.
Bad news!
Bill hitched up his rope and Mikey pulled us out of the drive and we parked up near Bills house and considered our options. The hole wasn’t too bad so we drained the oil and Bill offered to pick us up some more oil in town the next day. Then we would see if some JB Weld would be good enough to get us out of the jungle and back to a welder.
The girls weren’t that impressed, but what could they do? :p
Nick points out the fact that my Hayes manual was upside down.
Bert was a friendly dog. A little too friendly. This shot doesn’t show his red rocket.
With only a slight delay we made it to the outpost where Edwin was there to cater for our every need. There was a Dutch brother and sister also there, Jan and Natalie so they showed us how to swing into the creek.
It was a great place, but with a hole in my oil pan and no oil. How long would I be stuck there?
