Belize Cayes - A World Away From Reality

As the engine roar melted to a kitten purr and our boatpatch of waterfront paradise, soaked up the afternoon
nuzzled up to the Caye Caulker pier, we did a quicksun, and flipped through back issues of Mexican
inventory check. Dancing palms, tick. Sun bleachedcelebrity gossip magazines found discarded in our
beach, tick. Island motto, "Go Slow", painted lazily on aroom - anything to keep our minds off the fact that
signpost stuck in the sand, tick. I gave my partner inour days of sloth were numbered. Back at the
crime a private smile. This was the place. We'dbungalow we hatched our plan. We were not giving up
escaped...for now.Bobbing up and down against a tinyour life of leisure that easily. We would go down
Belizean island on the Caribbean Sea wasn't in thepartying. Caye Ambergris awaited and I had a birthday
original script. The plan had been to fly into Belize for ato celebrate.As the largest, most developed, and most
quick taste of eco-adventure before slipping over theexpensive of the Belizean islands, Caye Ambergris
Guatemalan border. But we'd got greedy, and fourcaters well for the first class holiday seeker, with a
days later, we were still there with our hands caught inrange of villas, luxury home stays and resorts to
the action jar. Jungle hikes, eco-tours, Jaguar spotting,choose from. To prepare for our last stand, we
cave tubing, Mayan ruins and mountain bike treks.checked into the mysteriously named Sun Breeze
Where would it end? The equatorial heat was on.Beach Hotel, close to the main town of San Pedro, for
We'd needed a place to lay low for a couple of days.some pampering and creature comforts. The spacious
Somewhere a man could find a secluded beach androoms, resort style swimming pool, Jacuzzi, massage
lie back and think of England, or anywhere else he'dstudio, swanky outdoor bar, and international flavoured
rather not be. After making a few discreet inquiries werestaurant were a world away from the Gilliganism's
knew there was only one place to hide, and only oneof Caye Caulker, but at only USD125 a night, my inner
man powerful enough to help us get there. The manThurston Howell the third was calling.Pandered,
known only as, "The Marine Terminal ticket boothpleasured, and fed in ways that only money can buy,
guy".So we paid for our boat passes in small,we climbed to the lookout over the hotel bar. Slipping in
unmarked bills, jumped aboard the first vessel boundthe hammock, we witnessed one of the most beautiful
for the islands, and left the spoils of mainlandsunsets the Caribbean has to offer. Swinging back and
adventure in our wake. Not that the warm blue coastalforth with a birthday cocktail in hand, I could truly
waters were fooling us. Home to more than oneappreciate how delightfully far we were from anything
hundred and seventy islands, or cayes, and the world'sresembling an office cubicle. Contemplation over, I
second largest barrier reef, it wouldn't be easy to keepmade my final charge into the night. Crazy Canucks
our hands off a bounty of aquatic fun that hasBar, crazy Canadian in tow, we drank, laughed and
tempted travellers since Blackbeard and his Buccaneerdanced embarrassingly to reggae music until
posse cruised these waters back in the 1600's. Yet, assunrise.The following days we gorged on water sports
we stood on this unassuming wharf and watched ouras fast as Caye Ambergris could dish them up. There
getaway vessel pull out of dock, the captain turned towas diving amongst some of the world's most
us with some re-assuring words of advice, "Relaxbeautiful coral reefs, sailing tours around the island,
mon. You're on Caye Caulker time now".If Gilligan haddeep-sea fishing for sailfish and barracuda, jet skiing
ever taken up real estate development, Caye Caulkerand paragliding off the sun-tickled beaches. Oh how
town would have been his Big Apple. Dozingwe feasted!Our hunger for aqua adventure finally
peacefully on this slip of an island, the cluster of brightlysatiated, we wandered into town, plonked our behinds
painted ramshackle beach hideaways, deserted beachon the nearest bikes for rent, and peddled to the far
lots, scattered fishing boats, palm trees, sand floorreaches of the island. Crossing a small river by
restaurants, dive huts, and salty old sailors propping upman-pulling-rope-very-hard-powered ferry to the less
bars at 11am in the morning, makes for the perfectpopulated north island, we cycled along remote dirt
getaway haven.The jewels in Caye Caulker's crowntracks lined with sweeping palm trees. Emerging from
are it minimalist pleasures. No international resorts,the bush onto the beach at the edge of the lapping
flashy nightclubs, or peak hour traffic. Remember theblue Caribbean, it was a leisurely ride along long
motto? Go slow. Our mission, and yes we did choosestretches of white squeaky sand to the "money" end
to accept it, was to find a bungalow for as little asof town.The north beach plays host to luxurious resort
forty dollars per night on a quiet stretch of squeakybungalows and private beach villas. I pondered
white sand, treat our palates to an array of seafoodambitiously over the For Sale sign standing outside one
delights, and then debrief over a drink at a beach barparticularly hedonistic abode. Apparently, the former
watching the sun slip beneath a sheet of Caribbeanowner wasn't happy about motoring his 80ft cruiser
blue sea. This message will self-indulge in fivearound all that coral nonsense to moor outside his
seconds.Before long, we'd slipped into the "no shoes,beach palace. Being the entrepreneurial type, he'd used
no shirt, no problem" and "sarong, swimsuit, smile" dressa few sticks of dynamite to blast a neat little driveway
code, and immersed ourselves amongst thestraight through the reef. Unfortunately, the
welcoming band of eclectic castaways. It soongovernment didn't see it that way and sent him a fine
became clear that the local brew of Creoles, Centralbig enough to clear the Belize national debt. He was
Americans, and Europeans posed little threat to ourlast seen paddling a canoe in the direction of Cuba.A
relaxation plans. However, we'd have to keep tabs onlittle further along we stumbled across Captain
the North American retirees swerving along theMorgan's Retreat, setting of the original Temptation
streets in rickety old golf carts, sending dogs, childrenIsland show. As we stood outside the Mecca of
and loitering tourists running for cover.For three perfecttelevised drama, so many touching memories came
days we hid behind sunglasses, cocktail umbrellas andflooding back. Amber and Troy whispering under a
lobster menus, wondering if maybe, just maybe, therepalm tree, probably discussing the effects of global
would be no more calls to action, and life really was awarming. Shawana ditching Gary and confessing to
beach after all. Then one night, whilst minding our ownChad 'you had me at "are those things real?"' At that
business over a couple of tall Panty Rippers atmoment, I couldn't help but appreciate the truly
Popeye's Bar and Restaurant, the bartender told us aimportant things in life. I turned to the ski bunny and told
man had been in asking questions. "Did he knowher she had a smile so beautiful it could almost pass
anyone who might like to explore the reef?" "Had heas cosmetically enhanced.Peddling across the beach
seen any tourists dance so badly to the reggae bandtowards town for the last time before heading back to
they couldn't possibly show their faces around thethe mainland, we waved goodbye to all the things we
island?" The next morning, we went to see a manloved about the cayes. The lazy palm trees, the ivory
about a snorkelling tour.Whilst experienced diverswhite sands, the aqua blue waters, the hammocks
prefer the more exciting sites in the waters off Cayeswinging in the breeze, the friendly faces, the plastic
Ambergris, the beautiful calm reefs of Caye Caulkerwhale and dolphin fountain splashing water over Jesus
offered the ideal setting for first timer submariners likeoutside the pink Jehovah's Witness mansion...the what?
my nervous companion, a Canadian mountain girl, muchAnyway, for a couple of repeat adventure travel
more at ease in a set of ski's than a pair ofoffenders, it sure made a nice place for a day pass or
flippers.After the initial disappointment of learning thattwo.Some have said I spend too much time living in a
this wasn't my chance to wear a tight rubber body suitfantasy world, that I need to get a grip on reality.
in public, the reef snorkelling trip turned out to be aSometimes I think they're right. But then again, they've
fantastic experience. We goggled and gawked at theprobably never been to the Belizean cayes.Simon Hillier
amazing array of fish, eels, and spectacular coralis a freelance writer based in Sydney, Australia. His
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