Thursday, May 17 It rained all morning of the last day, which threw the chatty investor’s prophecy from earlier into further shadow. Or maybe he was going by the rainy season calendar. From all we could tell, people more or less Read More …
Caye Caulker is so hyped that I felt bad coming to the conclusion that it really wasn’t a place I wanted to revisit. I’ll try to explain. A word about the sandbar itself. “Sandbar” is technically incorrect. It’s a limestone coral Read More …
Tuesday, May 15th As it turns out, the proprietor’s concern was needless. Mom ascended and descended the top bunk flawlessly, much better than the drunk girl on the lower bunk would have done. For the rest of the morning we wandered around Read More …
He did not make the call in time or more probably, anytime. Of course, I’m referring to the too-chill dude at the hostel in San Ignacio. We arrived at our hostel on Caye Caulker by mid-afternoon. The patchwork building looked cool Read More …
Monday May 14, Day 6 This was it. The day had finally come to exchange the freedom of our rental jeep for a water taxi and trap ourselves on a small sandbar with hundreds of other tourists. But first, there is one Read More …