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On the
island of Caye (pronounced Key) Caulker, Belize, we learned a valuable lesson. The town motto is GO SLOW! (Cause there is
nowhere to go)…No cars are allowed on the island – only bicycles and golf carts. There were no traffic jams to
stress us – in fact, there was nothing on the island to deter us from taking it real slow. The only aspect of this island
of Belize that does not ‘know slow’ are the winds!
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To arrive at Caye Caulker we took a water taxi ride after our bus ride from Chetamal, Mexico (bordering Mexico
and Belize) to Belize City (you do not want to stay here). Our bus ride proved luxurious compared to most. We even had individual
movie screens (with continual movies in play) and plush, comfy seats. We arrived though to pouring rain (which seemed to follow
us from continent to continent). Our future jobs may be to help any area suffering from drought.
During
our water taxi experience we sat with some tourists and many locals (Jamaican looking Rastafari types) jabbering in some language
we did not understand. Though English is the official language of Belize – only the tourists seemed to be speaking
it. As we traveled about an hour to reach the island we were in a partially open boat that swerved over the waters with finesse
– and an occasional ‘bounce.’ Upon landfall we were greeted by a local in a taxi (golf cart) and sand flies
(ugh). “Welcome to jah island here,” he said.
Our drive in covered the entire island with roads strewn with potholes large enough for the vehicle to sink
in…filled with brown brackish water from the rains.
We stayed at the Lazy Iguana Bed and Breakfast. Here we lounged in the hammocks on the top floor with
a panoramic view of the azure Caribbean waters. This spot resembled a cozy bird’s nest – with a view of palms
swaying, along with thatched palapa roofs grooving to the island’s rhythm…and the hammocks also seemed to have
that Rasta swing.
After checking in, we donned our umbrellas
and rain gear in search of the nearest restaurant (which by foot took about 20 minutes). With our umbrellas bent to breaking,
and our pants and raincoats soaked; we arrived at the closest establishment. Most of the restaurants had sand for floors,
thatched rooftops and exposed walls. The rain and wind gusted in and seemed to fly right through us. The local spicy beer
(Belekin) and the tasty, fresh seafood made up for our challenging dining environment.
A final highlight was having
a vivacious black woman braid my full head of hair on the beach (this took about 1.5 hours). When she started out she said,
“You have stiff shoulders. Relax. Stop worrying so much. You’ve gotta relax girl.” (How did she know)! I
learned so much from her and from the local people who lived in simple bungalows and shanties with dirt sand floors and bare
concrete. They ran around with big smiles knowing “play is the way.” And again from the Go Slow Motto….we
have allowed our thoughts and our activities to step on the brakes.
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Belize has the world's second largest coral reef and Jim
took advantage of the great SCUBA diving to explore the reef.
A highlight of our trip was taking Carlos Tours Snorkel Trip (3 sites included). We swam with large schools
of fish, including barracudas, amongst magnificent coral reefs. Carlos even coaxed out a green moray eel which then lurched
at him with fangs exposed. Of course Jim decided to return here for underwater photosl We saw a parrot
fish and then Carlos lured an octopus from its hole (and would not share his diving tricks with us later). No worries –
we have no plans to become his competition.
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During our snorkeling trip Carlos took us to the famed “Shark and Ray Alley.” We swam with nurse
sharks (I figured if they are nurses – they must be friendly). And also with numerous rays which were docile creatures.
We even pet many of them. A delight was seeing the Spotted Eagle Ray (looks like zebra’s skin). And at one point we
swam in a deep area just above the divers. What an interesting perspective!
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