How has this hotel rated in the past?
TripAdvisor Reviews Rainbow Hotel Caye Caulker
Travel Blogs from Caye Caulker
... me 'Mr Joel' with that Caribbean twang of an accent as well...
The cuisine in Belize is different too with more Caribbean flavours. I went for the Belizean classic that night: stewed chicken with rice and beans. Simple, cheap but very flavoursome.
The next day was a free day, but I was so exhausted that I elected not to go on any excursions but to take it as an actual free day. A lie in, hooray! A few people had the same ingenious ...
... island around 1 hour from Belize City for a few days R & R as we have been travelling a lot and we decided a few days on the beach would be lovely. CC is a small island & so relaxed we met lots of people from all over the world who were here just relaxing, living a chilled out existence or just locals. Leroy was our own personal local, every time we came back to the hostel he gave us a high five & said respect Yer man, he can’t have been ...
... all the other divers surfaced, we headed into San Pedro, a town on the island of Ambergris, once there, we walked around, had a drink, rested, and after about 45 minutes, headed back to the boat to take us home to Caye Caulker. All in all, a truly fabulous, beautiful and safe dive. A spectacular day!!
Again! "Thanks" to Ian and Zac for a wonderful experience. And KUDOS to Deborah Susan Kiceniuk for her adventurous spirit and bravery!!! You REALLY did it!!! You were amazing, ...
... wasn't saying much. At the end of the trivia, the bar owner announced that if anyone was interested in guest-hosting the next one on Friday night, come and talk to him, so I did. There was this whole crazy Australian-bro, man-love thing that happened-- real serious dude and tattoo love. Phillip and I didn't really get it. Kevin and Australian dude did. I ate a pretty terrible, deep-fried shrimp burger at a Chinese restaurant and convenience store called "Amigos" (I ...
poisoning the Mayan mind, and the medical properties of a few. It took about an
hour (we went via two dry caves) till we arrived at the first of the
underground rivers. The Malak river was a bright stripe of turquoise out of the
sheer grey rocks on all sides, and apart
from the short stretch open to the jungle, it tapered off into pitch dark as it
swept underground into the caves. So into our rings we hopped and were washed