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Leaving Mexico and Bombing on to Belize


I have to apologise here that photos will be limited if not non-existent now because as of yesterday I have had all my camera gear stolen as well as my passport, making this trip hugely more expensive and troublesome than I'd hoped. But back to where I last left off...

Another day was spent in Tulum as the hostel we were in (The Weary Traveler) was great. Me and Chris took a trip a beach where you can snorkel with sea turtles. You can be about a metre from them and they couldn't care less as they just go about grazing on sea grass. We did this for a while before heading back to shore and then on to a cenote or freshwater cave for a bit more snorkeling. Swimming through the cave in an eery blue glow given by our torches was serene and not like any swimming I'd done before. Small tetra fish glided past as we dived down to different underwater stalactite and stalagmite formations.


That night we decided to get our party on, drinking at the hostel before heading across the road to a bar with a live band playing. After drinking the place dry we headed off in search of a club. There was a group of about 8 of us now, an American couple, two crazy lads from Glasgow, an Israeli who looked like Jesus and a middle aged Spaniard who was as crazy as they come. The club we found existed above someones house and as we walked in to the blaring music and frantic laser light we were the only ones save a Mexican family sat along the back wall and the most outrageously camp local guy who was sat on a box. A 12 year old girl pretended to DJ while it was very obvious a pre recorded mix was playing. Needless to say agreat night was had!

The next day we made our way down to the border with Belize at Chetumal and traded our luxury air-conditioned bus with an old American school bus for the five hour leg to Belize City. Belize city itself is a bit of a dive, but the longer I'm here, the more I like it. (Though that's still not that much). As we arrived after dark the only place we could get some food was the local Chinese restaurant (all the shops and restaurants are owned by Chinese people over here for currently unknown reasons) and we proceeded to have a lock-in and ate steak in gravy with a couple of Germans we met on the bus. Lock-in being the operative word; there were bars between us and the counter and there were bars between us and the street. We began to wonder what kind of place we were in...

The meal passed off without incident and we headed for bed. The next day me and Chris decided to take a tour of the brewery which supplies the beer to all of Belize. The "tour" consisted of a 15 minute guided tour followed by 50 minutes of all-you-can-drink at the bar. The rest of the afternoon was a lot of fun.


We made it back to Belize City and got straight on a boat to Caye Caulker, a small island about 50km from the mainland, known for being a good place to chill and eat lobster. Which I duly did, for $12 I had a whole barbecued lobster and it was amazing. What was less amazing was heading back to our hostel after a few drinks to find my rucksack missing as well as one of Chris' cameras. Since then we have been filing police reports, trying to encourage the police to give a damn, and now, back in Belize City, we are preparing to make the trip to Belmopan to get to the British Consul where I can get an emergency travel document. Not how we envisaged our time here in Belize.

Posted by Monsk 16:11 Archived in Belize

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