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Eight weeks, eight countries. have we bitten off more than we can chew?

Friday, 11 January 2013

Paradise found

Breakfast on the balcony before heading off for a bus to Belize City. Border crossing extremely easy, security was so laid back after the American experience. Belize is a real cultural hotchpotch with a big Caribbean influence, it was under British rule until 1981 when it became independent, although it is still part of the Commonwealth. The Belizean dollar is tied to the US dollar so it's quite expensive Adrian is already looking forward to Guatamala!

Our arrival in Belize City is a bit of a shock, the roads are not good, it's piddling down again and our chosen accommodation is ridiculously expensive so we decide what the hell lets go to Caye (pronounced key) Caulker. Water taxi booked and 50 minutes later we're stood on a paradise island.

 Blue sea, white sand and palm trees. We manage to find a cheap room 45 Belizean dollars which is around £14 with beach views. The place is buzzing, not busy, just vibrant. Lots of restaurants and the fabulous Lazy Lizard bar on the split. The split is where the island is 'split' in two by a channel of beautiful clear blue water. They do a great beer deal and its the place to be for sunset.
Lots of walking and resting and swinging on the porch. Adrian books a snorkelling trip but it's seriously rough out there so I decide to be on chilling, 12 noon is officially rum time I reckon so that's me sorted. We've managed to walk round the whole island (not difficult), Adrian has even stood on the end of the runway - literally 5 minutes before a plane came into land.

The food is lovely here, we BBQ'd chicken and lobster one night, had fry chicken and rice with beans another, beautiful fresh fruit and yoghurt for breakfast and coffee is just 33p a cup across the road. Our final night in Caye Calker is BBQ time again and we have fresh red snapper bought from the boat as it arrives and fresh lobster from the other side of the island. Add a lovely spicy homemade salsa and garlic bread and half a bottle of rum and we are away, or as Greg Wallace would say "cooking doesn't get any better than this".

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