Trip Start Aug 01, 2003
16Trip End Jan 27, 2004
So, back to the travels. We made the border crossing from Mexico to Belize on the 10th of October. And the same day we took a water taxi to a Caribbean island in Belize called Caye Caulker. You might remember that this was where I did the snorkeling with the sharks and sting rays. Sorry about that, I was really excited but after sending my email thought that maybe it was a bit too much when you guys are all sitting at home in rainy England. Anyway, there are two sides to Belize. One is the rasta island life. English speaking, creole cooking (oh my goodness donīt get me started on the food), very laid back, just what you would expect from a Caribbean island. We spent three nights here and just enjoyed the ocean, sat under palm trees and read books...
The other side of Belize is Spanish speaking, more of an Indian streak in the people
We whizzed through Belize only stopping at one other place for a couple of nights. San Ignacio, a small town on the mainland where we decided to take a canoeing tour. We pilled onto the back of a truck and held on for dear life as we drove through a Yarmish community (these people live in the past and look like they are living in little house on the prairie, strange to see in a modern day world), past orange and grapefruit groves and deep down into the jungle where we took three canoes into a cave. We held on to each others canoes to keep them together and by flashlight we drifted about 1km into the cave, stunned by the stalactites and strange formations in the rock and ceiling. We saw scorpion spiders (very long legs) and footprints and bridges that had been worn down by the Mayan people hundreds of years before. Once in the cave the flashlights were turned off for a few minutes whilst we sat in the silent darkness of the cave. Then..... we all jumped into tyre inner tubes and paddled back out to the cave mouth. Quite a spooky feeling being in the dark, in the water, with bats flying around and a little light from the canoe up ahead. Finally, exhausted from paddling with our arms for a km, we saw the light at the end of the tunnel. What a great day.