Photo of the Day
In Mexico Cities biggest market the animals face a grim future but at least these chicks are still alive. Many of the cages were filled with dead animals and few had water in the searing heat.
sitting in an internet cafe cafe…
sitting in an internet cafe catching up on my blog and emails…. salsa in two hours and tomorrow some hot springs!:)
My New Spanish School
Day 322
Quetzaltenango, Guatemala
I’m on day 2 of my Spanish language lessons and I’m quite happy with my progress. It seems I haven’t been quite so lazy after all and have been slowly absorbing the language during my time in Mexico. At least that’s what I’m telling myself.
My teacher Rosario is a cute little lawyer in training and she’s been pushing verbs into my brain for the last couple of days. The school isn’t very busy but myself, and few more students, went out on a excursion this afternoon to a local village. My first time on a yellow school bus too!
We wandered through the market before checking out a church from the 15th century and then heading to a local weavers house. Apparently it takes him 6 weeks to make one section of cloth! He happily gave us a go too which was fun but I wouldn’t want to do that for more than a few minutes.
After dinner I chatted to Romero about my job and car. He seemed very interested for some reason. I was just happy to practice my Spanish so when he asked if I wanted to go for a drive I agreed.
He has a taxi which he works in and a very dilapidated pick up truck. It took him 5 minutes to get it started. He then drove around to see a few friends but no one was home. On our way back to the house we just couldn’t get up one of the banks on the way. Car engine trouble I thought…
The road was a busy one and cars and trucks were blasting their horns as they drove past but we couldn’t get over the intersection to the other side. The problem was … no fuel. We wound up rolling backwards to where we could turn around. Then we headed down a steep main street on the wrong side of the road before eventually rolling into a gas station where Romero bought 0.71 liters of fuel.
The pick up was due to be scrapped the next day and we just needed enough to get us home. Its nice to be alive 
What every girl needs
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My brother got married.
Here are some photos I’d like to thank him for an acceptable speech :p
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Biddulph Park
Back in May I took a trip down to the park with my nephews, Charlie and Jacob. I wanted to test out my new lens some more and I showed them how to race dandelion heads down the dirty stream.
Here are a few pics I like.
Gringo Taxi poster
Its amazing what you can pick up just by playing around in Photoshop. I made up a poster to try to get some passengers in my van. I’ll have a pocket in the bottom left for cards too. Think it will work?
after a bit of refining…
My new ‘business’ cards
Day 317
Coban, Guatemala
nice eh?
I got 25 printed out so that’s another 100 cards. Stupid photolab don’t know how to callibrate their machines though and part of the text on the left was missing. Perfectly useable, if I knew more Spanish I could have complained and got a discount :p
Barging around the Staffordshire Moorlands
My parent canal barge is nearly finished and when I was home I finally got to take a trip on the beast.
The day of the ‘Black Cloud’
Day 316
Coban, Guatemala
In the afternoon it started raining. I tried to ignore it despite the fact that the rain was so heavy it disrupted the satellite signal. It was really coming down. A lot!
The owner started banging on my door and I came outside to find the car park outside my room under 6″ of water, and it was still raining. I changed, grabbed my keys and went to move my car. I opened the gate to find the way blocked by the owners land-rover. He wouldn’t move it either.
He then locked the gate! I was screaming at him to open it and move his car with no joy. Trying not to freak out too much I let him explain that the road outside was lower than the car park. I move everything off the floor of my car and prayed.
Pretty soon my room was flooded :p
I waited and moved my stuff into another room. This one was on the top floor with 6 beds :p After a nervous hour (and more rain) it finally stopped and it all drained away. Maybe it was time to leave.
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Nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana, Batman!
Day 312
Semuc Champey, Guatemala
I was at “the most beautiful place in Guatemala” but it didn’t quite seem like that. After my exhausting trip there I slept for 14 hours and decided I would go to the waterfalls of Semuc Champey in the afternoon. The weather conspired against me on that front as a black cloud rolled in and rained on us until late evening. The food in Las Marias wasn’t exactly inspiring, but then I had just come from a great vegetarian hostel. I was getting close to the magic 1,000 words learned but I guessed I wouldn’t get to Xela in time for the start of a Monday class.
Next day was lovely and after another disappointing breakfast I made up my mind to see the sights and push on over to Coban, the nearest big town, as soon as I was done. It was fun hiking through the jungle and swimming in the limestone pools. Very pretty, but not quite the totally awe-inspiring place I had been led to expect. Great view from the platform overhead though.
After I was bored with nearly getting lost in the muddy paths and slipping on the rocks and falling into a pool in front of all the other tourists :p I set off for Coban around 2pm. I didn’t get very far. I ended up giving a lift to a couple from Alberta, Canada to the nearby caves of Lanquin. It was another 9km of pain, even worse than the trip down. I ended up with brakes that were literally smoking and had to throw muddy puddle water over them.
In return for their lift, Joe and Jen invited me to explore the caves with them and it gave me another chance to get my post-swim feet filthy again in the sticky cave mud. The caves were pretty good but slightly spoiled by the huge signs they stuck all over the best parts and the unsightly cables strung all over the place. It was much more fun being scared with Vanessa in the Blue Hole cave in Belize. At least I managed to get a few decent photos this time. 3200 ISO and 2.8 aperture rocks.
After 20 minutes of squelching around we stuck around for another 2 hours waiting for the bats to leave on their nightly insect hunt. When they finally started coming out there were thousands of the little fellas flashing past our heads. Since I didn’t even know I would be coming I didn’t have my off camera flash charged but I did manage to get a few good shots. Bear in mind I took five hundred photos and 99% were complete rubbish.
The road from Hell
Day 310
Semuc Champey, Guatemala
The girl, Kara, I had spent the day sitting in the bank and fixing my brakes on Monday with still hadn’t come back from Tikal. I was slightly concerned but I really had to leave. I pointed out this information to the good people of Los Amigo hostel and after another spell on the Internet got my stuff together to leave.
Another week gone, another set of doors close and others open. I had finally met some Swedish girls, a pair of cousins from Uppsala who were studying in Lund. They wanted me to come on their 3 day walk to some ruins to reduce the price. I regretfully declined and of course now wonder if that was a mistake. I bet they see a wild Jaguar! :p
It would be $100, not too bad but they were returning via Tikal and I had no major desire to see it a third time. Thinking back these were my forth and fifth Swede I had met in 10 months, one in Puerto Escondido, one in San Cristobal and the girl I freaked out in the phone shop at the very start of my trip in Toronto. At least it would give me more chance to speak Spanish.
I would be needing it for the next leg. After assuming Kara would be coming with me to the waterfalls at Semuc Champey I had neglected to post a notice to see if anyone wanted to come with me. I probably should have gotten my oil pan welded but the road all the way down was the main highway number 5, it would have to be paved right?
The first part of the journey was fine, I got some gas and directions out of town. I took a slightly wrong turn but firing up my laptop and good old Google Earth showed me I would join the road I really wanted soon. My power converter were all broken now so I suspended the laptop and listened to dodgy Guatemalan radio.
The road was good, the best since the US really since Guatemala has mostly avoided the horrible custom of covering their roads with speed bumps. There were a few around, but nothing compared to Mexico. I made good time, the distance wasn’t that great and I made it to the half way mark at Sayaxche after about 2 and a half hours. I took the green goddess over a little ferry too, which was fun. They were moving 3 cars and a gas tanker around with a couple of outboards.
I crossed a rickety bridge at Sebol and the asphalt gave out. So much for the paved highway all the way south. The road was dusty but flat and clear. I would have to be careful about my oil pan though. I tried to turn on my laptop to recheck Google Earth and learned it hadn’t suspended and was now nearly dead. My first bit of bad luck.
I bumped down the dusty track passing a few cars and trucks and saw a box in the road. I big one that must have just fallen from the truck I had passed. I pulled up and found it was a box of 14 packets of Corn Flakes. The big 600g boxes. I reached down and pulled it onto the front seat. It barely came through the window. Nice find. Shame I didn’t really like cornflakes :p . 100 meters down the road I found a starving dog nosing around another 3 big boxes.
I chucked them all into the van, emptied a box for the starving dog and continued south. What was I going to do with 56 boxes of Cornflakes? It was 33kg of the stuff. If only they had been Branflakes I would have been much happier. I guess I could sell them, give them away to the locals, eat some or make some chocolate cake things. I started following a beer truck and hoping that would start dropping some of its produce too
My musings about what to do with my sudden windfall was interrupted by a small truck zooming past me but then being blocked by the beer truck. There was a kid in the back sitting on a load of boxes of Corn Flakes. He looked at the pile of Corn Flakes on my front seat, shouted to the driver and they pulled over. I did the same.
He jumped out and started yabbering on in rapid Spanish which I could barely understand. I understood the word ‘Career’ or ‘Job’ though. He didn’t even wait for me to speak but opened my door and started grabbing the boxes. I really wasn’t prepared to argue with the guy, and why would I. My slight good fortune would be nothing compared to the grief this would get him into.
I told him he was lucky (I doubt he would get so much compliance from a hungry local) and shook his hand before driving off on my way. I was now hoping this was going to give me some good karma for the road.
The road was getting worse. Someone else had obviously noticed this and decided to spend a few billion Quetzals to get it fixed. Only a few miles after losing my breakfast, so to speak, I came to a bridge which was closed. I gathered they were repairing the road, or at least making it half decent and no traffic could get through now until 6pm. It was 4.30pm and I had just missed the 2-4 slot to get through.
What could I do? I pulled into the shade, dropped my hot water bottle into the nearby stream and had to wait for an hour and a half. I tidied my car as usual, checked the oil, tried to fix my power adapter, studied a few Spanish words, hoping the local truck drivers who also pulled up to wait wouldn’t decide to rob me.
I would have gone fishing but the milky water was polluted with soap powder. The truck drivers washing directly in the stream weren’t helping either. How can they be so short sighted. The sun sank lower and lower and my window for making it to my destination shrank.
At 6pm the cones were moved and I now had a choice between the safety of driving slowly verses the danger of being forced to drive at night. I also had my oil pan to consider which was basically being protected by some hard chewing gum. After a minutes drive I realised they weren’t sealing or improving the road, they were building a whole new one by blasting half the hillside to widen it.
Ignoring the waving construction workers I picked my way across the rocky road, cursing the day I didn’t buy a 4WD. I suppose I could go back but the guy manning the blockade told me it was only 1 1/2 hours to Semuc Champey. I was 3 hours away from Flores. I decided to continue.
This probably wasn’t the best decision. I soon came to the most recent part of the roads construction, a steep section of blasted road that was mostly flat but not quite. My first ginger attempt at it was unsuccessful and I backed up to consider my options. The middle part had several large rocks jutting up, waiting to bleed my oil out so I went up and chucked them out of the way. I was still going to be in serious danger of losing all my oil again.
With one of the workers cheering me on I got back in the car, put it in low gear and gunned the engine. I would have to make it in one shot, it wasn’t so steep that I couldn’t make it, the danger was stopping or tearing the bottom off my van in the attempt.
I really should have had my camera on video mode :p
I picked up some speed and hit the rocks at a fair pace, I could hear them smashing all over the bottom of the car and I wondered, not for the first time, what the hell I was doing. It was 10 seconds of sheer hell, I just kept my foot down and prayed to the gods of Karma that I wasn’t going to spending the night in the jungle.
Some old pics
Day 309
Flores, Guatemala
I dug out my backup from Dec and Jan to make another copy and decided to play around with a few.
Fixing my car
Day 308
Flores, Guatemala
My car had been making some scrapping noises in Belize when I was driving with Vanessa, seems like the brakes were on the way out. Stupidly I only just thought about getting them fixed since I was always giving lifts to people. I had a very hot day over the bridge with the crazy ex-punk Kara alternating trips to the garage where they had my car jacked up fixing the front brakes and to the local bank with the Western Union office. Kara was in an even worse state than I was over the weekend when I was down to only Q6 (less than a dollar) and only 97p showing in my bank account.
My own fault for not remember to transfer some money before I left Caye Caulker. At least I had some emergency dollars to fall back on, Kara couldn’t even afford water and she had a bad hangover on Sunday. The hostel is now filled with people I don’t know, mostly Dutch and English so I think I will be moving on very soon.
Los Amigos is a great place to hang out and take a few days to process my photos, it might be perfect if it had free wireless Internet but then I wouldn’t get anything done as I would be either surfing or lending my laptop to other people. I had some problems uploading my last few entries to my blog using Live Writer, which is how I write all my posts offline, but upgrading to WordPress 2.6 seems to have fixed it. It also kept the layout of my blog the same which didn’t happen the last time I upgraded. I messed around with the layout so much that getting it to look like it does now would be a major pain.
I spent some time playing with Photoshop too, trying to figure out how to watermark my photographs. You can see the results above which will be the standard from now on. I need to drive some traffic to my site and its no good taking a good shot and then no one knowing where to go to get some more.
Tikal, Guatemala
Got up at 2.50am to make it up to the ruins in Tikal for sunrise. We wandered through the awakening jungle by torch and moonlight past looming stone structures half glimpsed in the faint light.
We climbed up to the wooden platform above the layer of mist that carpeted the jungle and our group was the first to arrive. There would be no visible sun rise today.
Shortly after we got to the top it started pouring down, you could hear and then see the wall of rain advancing towards us. Thankfully we knew about the little platform hidden around the other side where the workers haul up stone to restore the temple so we sheltered there with the guide, while a hundred other people got soaked. It cleared for a great view and then we wandered the ruins stopping occasionally for creepy crawlies the locals would let us play with for tips. I really don’t like big bugs, especially ones that can nearly kill you, but happily Katrijn was fearless and a good model.
The rain came again when we reached the van for the journey back. Perfect!*
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* Perfection was achieved by not dying on the way back. Everyone fell asleep, not including the driver, but he had a go. I sat watching him rubbing his eyes and constantly blinking when I woke up and offered to drive. He bought some Coke and got it together but it was scarier than climbing a 50m temple.
Not a bad place to get stuck
Barton Creek Outpost, Belize
How not to eat a chili.
The beautiful Natalie.
Chilling in the Jungle.
Tarzan’s toilet with a monkey voyeur
There is Tarzan!
Just relax Katrijn. A bit more….
We went to check the car and get Eva’s bag.
Katrijn had a wound on her ankle which she was trying to keep dry. Luckily she had a strong man around!
Nice place to park.
We didn’t dare cross this.
On the way back we stopped to chat to a local girl called Chariot who was from Florida.
Eva tried to charm me into losing.
Eva left early so Katrijn and I amused ourselves by switching positions on the camera.
There was no shower. It was …. fresh!
Day off in Flores
Flores, Guatemala
In Flores we wound up staying at Los Amigos, only Q30 in the dorms and they also do vegetarian food. Nice.
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Later on that afternoon I drove Katrijn, Felicity and Charlotte up to Tikal to get our tickets for the next day and to watch the sunset. We had to motor up to Temple IV in order to get there in time, not that we ever had a chance to see it, but the guards would kick us out if we didn’t hurry. |
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As soon as we started walking back, the heavens opened and we got drenched. It stopped as soon as we reached the car. Hey ho.
Welcome to Guatemala
Flores, Guatemala
No breakfast for us, Katrijn and I set off early for a very sweaty walk back to the car. Once there we found that Bill had patched up my leak with some JB Weld and we poured in a quart of oil and held our breath. It seemed to hold so in went another gallon and we ran it for 5 minutes. It was already roasting so didn’t take long to get very hot. It seemed we would be able to leave that day.
I took a few photos of Bill and his wife Katherine since they wouldn’t take anything for their trouble. I found out Bill is from Hendersonville in North Carolina, the place I spent my very strange thanksgiving last year. I promised to send them a copy once I got Internet access.
We left their little slice of heaven and drove gingerly along the rutted track, inevitably we snagged a few rocks on the way and each time I hopped out to survey the potential damage. Luckily I was careful enough to make it back to the paved highway, from now on it would be plain sailing.
We gave a lift to a local into San Ignacio which was much closer than I thought and we decided what to do. It was 11.30am by now and San Ignacio didn’t look that exciting. We had some lunch, worked out a few financial sums to make sure we had enough cash and headed towards the border. Hopefully we would be in Flores sipping beer by the lake very soon.
It was only 9 miles to the border and it didn’t cause any major problems. I got myself stamped out of Belize, canceled my car importation, paid my $37.50B and drove over no mans land towards the Guatemalan border. You have to drive through a building that sprays your car which proved completely ineffectual as by the time I had the windows up it had sprayed mostly the air in front of my car and little else.
No visa was required for me, I stood in the line behind a tiny Guatemalan lady and paid Q10 (€1) for my 90 visa. Next I did the paper work for my car which required my title and a copy of my title and passport. It cost Q40 which was payable at the nearby bank and I was given a sticker to place in my window. A border guard checked my paperwork and after paying a further Q50 cross the bridge we were in Guatemala and I was on country 5 of my trip.
The roads were worse than Belize which seemed strange and half of the trip over to Flores was on a rough, but mostly flat dirt track. I was just happy to get through the border in only an hour and relived my oil pan was still holding out.
I still wasn’t driving through the deep jungle I was hoping for, most of the roads look pretty much alike, houses and shops every once in a while and the usual hazards of dogs, horses and motorbikes. Flores was only a couple of hours away and a major tourist stop. It sits in the middle of a lake and we were early enough to check into one of the best and most popular hostels, Los Amigos.
We met Eva in the street and decided to give the tourist stuff a miss and spend the next day chilling out. I had ten million photos to process and lots of blog entries to write. Seemed like this was the place to do it, and when that was too boring I could go and visit the mythical city of Tikal. More ruins…. I think my last for a good while!
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Breaking down in the jungle
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?
The tragedy and the Irony* : Facebook sucks.
Caye Caulker,
My mum doesn’t facebook. She’s one friend I don’t need to add. She can read my blog to find out what I’m up to since I now don’t really do much email. That’s fine, facebook is personal.
Yesterday three girls from England arrive in the afternoon. I told them I was Swedish to appear more interesting and to see if they really believed me. They still haven’t got it,who wants to be British on a island full of Poms. Different is good. We hang out, chat, go for some drinks that night. Great girls.
Caroline and Krishna
Next day we hang out and chat some more. My mate frog and I persuade Caroline to come down to the Karaoke for a beer and we start chatting about the hostel which turns to talk of how some hostels are brothels on occasion, like in Africa…
This isn’t going where you think :p
Well I say to Caroline about how she could never do that but it turns out she did. She was in Ghana and did a 3 months overland trip too. We chat about Ghana and the music and dancing. The usual fun of reminding each other of the great times in a shared experience of a place. I tell her that I saw the Eclipse in ’06 thinking this would impress her even more. Hey, I’m not shallow, it was a great thing to see! :p
She impresses me by telling me that she also saw it and we chat about where she spent her 3 months. I ask if she was a volunteer and when she says ‘yes’ a trail of lightbulbs went off in my head.
On my last day I went to a volunteer party… did you got to a party a few weeks after the eclipse? – Yes
I describe it perfectly for her. The court yard, the beer place, the music, the dancing. We also went off to a club together after the party.
So weird.
It turns out she also went to the same place on St Patricks Day in Accra a couple of weeks before, the Irish pub with the live band. We made a pile of shoes and danced on the concrete until they felt like velvet slippers when we were done. Such an awesome night.
It is a small world but I wouldn’t want to paint it.
So why does facebook suck?
Because now you meet people, you make them your friend and maybe someday you notice they’re in the same country and you can track them down. We’re all becoming ultra connected, how can we manage all those narrow threads of brief connections manageable. GPS and mobiles will making ‘pinging’ your friends a normal thing. Its cool to think you will know who will be in the pub that night without asking them but then so will the police if we continue towards this dangerous path along the shattered road of civil liberties.
The chances of people meeting again, randomly reconnecting across the continents is a spectacular luxury we have in the west, but one that is doomed to die. I met a girl called Rachel in New Zealand, Australia and Indonesia, the second and third time only briefly, but in the middle of nowhere. It was such fun. Maybe a well trodden route and not entirely unexpected but Ghana to Belize after 25 months is so amazing.
So guard your friend requests. Don’t make it a quest to gather up as many as you can. More that a few hundred are not your friends, they’re just names, more than a thousand is a full fledged hobby. How you people make time to make new friends I never know. I guess I should try being an attractive girl to find out.
Defriend a few people right now and see if you miss them… they wont mind, they wont even notice you’re gone. Then maybe you’ll bump into a old friend you stupidly failed to make the first time.
So where is the tragedy? That I had to wait so long to really meet Caroline. She’s great. Rest assured I have not fallen in love with her over a weird coincidence, indeed she was freaked out by the whole thing. Maybe she thought I was stalking her across the world :p We passed and didn’t connect.
The tragedy was that I didn’t make any impression on her the first time. Although she lost her photos she doesn’t appear in any of mine from the two nights in Accra. I hung back a bit, I chatted to some people but I wasn’t really there until I started dancing. As you get older you have less to lose and more to gain from being outrageous. We all want to be remembered, if only temporarily, because one day that’s all we will be.
So I will make it my goal now on to find as many people as I can to charm, encourage, humour, help and impress. I’m trying but I need to try harder. I need to be more aggressive than I am, less watching from the wings when I should be pushing towards the center of the stage. You should try the same. Who wants to be forgettable?
I believe we’re like a half marble bouncing around in a marble bag. You may never meet other half but you never will unless you try to connect with every marble in the bag. Just don’t add them all to facebook, it crashes if you have more than a million friends.
So I guess its really not facebook that sucks but me. I shan’t cancel my account just yet.
You’d impress me right now by subscribing and telling 3 more people to subscribe, my blog is now my sole income. I’m trying to travel overland to every country remember, its not free.
*If you want to add me in facebook I’m Travel Trousers, put something original on my wall. Mum, don’t even try!
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Hunting the elusive Manatee
Caye Caulker, Belize
Well, I enjoyed the Sea Hawk snorkeling trip so much I went again, I even got a discount, but then I figured I could have gone diving for a few dollars more… oops!. Maybe this time I would get lucky with the Manatees!
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A week on a Caribbean Island
Caye Caulker, Belize
One week would never be enough but it would have to do. Caye Caulker isn’t the ‘la isla bonita’ Madonna sings about but it was a beautiful spot all the same. The time was right, I arranged to take Katrijn and Eva over to Flores in Guatemala and just about managed to catch the boat where I am writing this post.
What a great week. Rain, storms, lots of sunshine, warm water but mostly my time was filled with hanging out with a great group of people. After a day at a boring hotel I moved into Bella’s and started having lots of fun. I admit the other guys were having even more fun, but then they were drinking all hours of the day and I didn’t want or need to compete with that.
We did lots of relaxing at the split where they have a great spot for relaxing on the broken concrete pier and a rickety dive board for showing off to the girls. Alcohol and dive boards are not a good combination, but highly entertaining.
I wasn’t just hanging out slacking though. I went out on the free kayaks with Jordan to try my luck at some fishing which was fun. Didn’t catch a damn thing but he still managed to sell me his rod and reel for $30 us. I got a good deal 
The snorkeling trip with the boys from the Sea Hawk were highly recommended too, it seemed everyone from the hostel ended up going and how can I argue with figures like that? They sail out to the reef and make three stops. Hopefully sighting some Manatees on the way. We didn’t get that lucky, there were 2 hanging out but the group before us ended up scaring them away. I put my underwater camera to some good use though.
Nikki shooting me shooting her.
You know what they saw about boats and alcohol though, drinking rum punch while hanging off the rope at the back is not such a great idea, but it seemed it at the time.
There were a few hard nights of drinking to get through too. I should stress I mostly managed to resist the pull of cheap rum and didn’t have a single hangover. Lots of the guys there ended up missing most of the night after.
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