It's not the destination, it's the journey

Well we finally made it down to Chetumal, our gateway to Belize. It's taken a train, two planes, a collectivo, a bus and a taxi.

Manchester Airport had a scary moment, whilst we didn't need a visa (only in transit) we still needed a visa waiver which cost $14 each, thankfully we were able to apply in the Airport. We had 7 hours to kill in Newark International airport so decided as we'd had to pay to sit in the airport we'd exercise our right and venture into the Big Apple. We visited Central Park, Trump Tower, Broadway and Times Square before finding the lovely Piccolo Cafe. Coffee, spaghetti meatballs and goats cheese salad followed by baked New York Cheesecake ensued and we headed back to the airport feeling we'd enjoyed the full $14.

By 11.30pm we were walking the streets of downtown Cancun looking for our first night's accommodation. The deposit had been a whole 62p so I hadn't high expectations! It was fairly grim but I slept so well it didn't matter.

We find breakfast by the bus station, Adrian has 3 tacos and I have coffee and a plate of fruit in preparation for our six hour journey to Chetumal, we're not sat together so could be a crash course in Spanish if we get chatty neighbours.

We've been to Chetumal before, 6 years ago, qand it is not a great memory, Adrian was in the middle of a bout of Delhi Belly and the hotel was unbelievably hot but today we are pleasantly surprised. There's a night market, we've a sea view and I've heard there are bars in town. The lady of the night across the road has just got a job so everyone is happy.