Belize Cayes - A World Away From Reality

As the engine roar melted to a kitten purr and ourpatch of waterfront paradise, soaked up the
boat nuzzled up to the Caye Caulker pier, we did aafternoon sun, and flipped through back issues of
quick inventory check. Dancing palms, tick. SunMexican celebrity gossip magazines found discarded in
bleached beach, tick. Island motto, "Go Slow", paintedour room - anything to keep our minds off the fact
lazily on a signpost stuck in the sand, tick. I gave mythat our days of sloth were numbered. Back at the
partner in crime a private smile. This was the place.bungalow we hatched our plan. We were not giving
We'd escaped...for now.Bobbing up and down againstup our life of leisure that easily. We would go down
a tiny Belizean island on the Caribbean Sea wasn't inpartying. Caye Ambergris awaited and I had a
the original script. The plan had been to fly into Belizebirthday to celebrate.As the largest, most developed,
for a quick taste of eco-adventure before slippingand most expensive of the Belizean islands, Caye
over the Guatemalan border. But we'd got greedy,Ambergris caters well for the first class holiday
and four days later, we were still there with ourseeker, with a range of villas, luxury home stays and
hands caught in the action jar. Jungle hikes, eco-tours,resorts to choose from. To prepare for our last
Jaguar spotting, cave tubing, Mayan ruins andstand, we checked into the mysteriously named Sun
mountain bike treks. Where would it end? TheBreeze Beach Hotel, close to the main town of San
equatorial heat was on. We'd needed a place to layPedro, for some pampering and creature comforts.
low for a couple of days. Somewhere a man couldThe spacious rooms, resort style swimming pool,
find a secluded beach and lie back and think ofJacuzzi, massage studio, swanky outdoor bar, and
England, or anywhere else he'd rather not be. Afterinternational flavoured restaurant were a world away
making a few discreet inquiries we knew there wasfrom the Gilliganism's of Caye Caulker, but at only
only one place to hide, and only one man powerfulUSD125 a night, my inner Thurston Howell the third
enough to help us get there. The man known onlywas calling.Pandered, pleasured, and fed in ways that
as, "The Marine Terminal ticket booth guy".So weonly money can buy, we climbed to the lookout over
paid for our boat passes in small, unmarked bills,the hotel bar. Slipping in the hammock, we witnessed
jumped aboard the first vessel bound for the islands,one of the most beautiful sunsets the Caribbean has
and left the spoils of mainland adventure in our wake.to offer. Swinging back and forth with a birthday
Not that the warm blue coastal waters were foolingcocktail in hand, I could truly appreciate how
us. Home to more than one hundred and seventydelightfully far we were from anything resembling an
islands, or cayes, and the world's second largestoffice cubicle. Contemplation over, I made my final
barrier reef, it wouldn't be easy to keep our handscharge into the night. Crazy Canucks Bar, crazy
off a bounty of aquatic fun that has temptedCanadian in tow, we drank, laughed and danced
travellers since Blackbeard and his Buccaneer posseembarrassingly to reggae music until sunrise.The
cruised these waters back in the 1600's. Yet, as wefollowing days we gorged on water sports as fast as
stood on this unassuming wharf and watched ourCaye Ambergris could dish them up. There was diving
getaway vessel pull out of dock, the captain turnedamongst some of the world's most beautiful coral
to us with some re-assuring words of advice, "Relaxreefs, sailing tours around the island, deep-sea fishing
mon. You're on Caye Caulker time now".If Gilligan hadfor sailfish and barracuda, jet skiing and paragliding off
ever taken up real estate development, Cayethe sun-tickled beaches. Oh how we feasted!Our
Caulker town would have been his Big Apple. Dozinghunger for aqua adventure finally satiated, we
peacefully on this slip of an island, the cluster ofwandered into town, plonked our behinds on the
brightly painted ramshackle beach hideaways,nearest bikes for rent, and peddled to the far
deserted beach lots, scattered fishing boats, palmreaches of the island. Crossing a small river by
trees, sand floor restaurants, dive huts, and salty oldman-pulling-rope-very-hard-powered ferry to the less
sailors propping up bars at 11am in the morning,populated north island, we cycled along remote dirt
makes for the perfect getaway haven.The jewels intracks lined with sweeping palm trees. Emerging from
Caye Caulker's crown are it minimalist pleasures. Nothe bush onto the beach at the edge of the lapping
international resorts, flashy nightclubs, or peak hourblue Caribbean, it was a leisurely ride along long
traffic. Remember the motto? Go slow. Our mission,stretches of white squeaky sand to the "money" end
and yes we did choose to accept it, was to find aof town.The north beach plays host to luxurious
bungalow for as little as forty dollars per night on aresort bungalows and private beach villas. I pondered
quiet stretch of squeaky white sand, treat ourambitiously over the For Sale sign standing outside
palates to an array of seafood delights, and thenone particularly hedonistic abode. Apparently, the
debrief over a drink at a beach bar watching the sunformer owner wasn't happy about motoring his 80ft
slip beneath a sheet of Caribbean blue sea. Thiscruiser around all that coral nonsense to moor outside
message will self-indulge in five seconds.Before long,his beach palace. Being the entrepreneurial type, he'd
we'd slipped into the "no shoes, no shirt, no problem"used a few sticks of dynamite to blast a neat little
and "sarong, swimsuit, smile" dress code, anddriveway straight through the reef. Unfortunately,
immersed ourselves amongst the welcoming band ofthe government didn't see it that way and sent him
eclectic castaways. It soon became clear that thea fine big enough to clear the Belize national debt. He
local brew of Creoles, Central Americans, andwas last seen paddling a canoe in the direction of
Europeans posed little threat to our relaxation plans.Cuba.A little further along we stumbled across
However, we'd have to keep tabs on the NorthCaptain Morgan's Retreat, setting of the original
American retirees swerving along the streets inTemptation Island show. As we stood outside the
rickety old golf carts, sending dogs, children andMecca of televised drama, so many touching
loitering tourists running for cover.For three perfectmemories came flooding back. Amber and Troy
days we hid behind sunglasses, cocktail umbrellas andwhispering under a palm tree, probably discussing the
lobster menus, wondering if maybe, just maybe,effects of global warming. Shawana ditching Gary and
there would be no more calls to action, and life reallyconfessing to Chad 'you had me at "are those things
was a beach after all. Then one night, whilst mindingreal?"' At that moment, I couldn't help but appreciate
our own business over a couple of tall Panty Rippersthe truly important things in life. I turned to the ski
at Popeye's Bar and Restaurant, the bartender toldbunny and told her she had a smile so beautiful it
us a man had been in asking questions. "Did he knowcould almost pass as cosmetically enhanced.Peddling
anyone who might like to explore the reef?" "Had heacross the beach towards town for the last time
seen any tourists dance so badly to the reggae bandbefore heading back to the mainland, we waved
they couldn't possibly show their faces around thegoodbye to all the things we loved about the cayes.
island?" The next morning, we went to see a manThe lazy palm trees, the ivory white sands, the aqua
about a snorkelling tour.Whilst experienced diversblue waters, the hammocks swinging in the breeze,
prefer the more exciting sites in the waters off Cayethe friendly faces, the plastic whale and dolphin
Ambergris, the beautiful calm reefs of Caye Caulkerfountain splashing water over Jesus outside the pink
offered the ideal setting for first timer submarinersJehovah's Witness mansion...the what? Anyway, for a
like my nervous companion, a Canadian mountain girl,couple of repeat adventure travel offenders, it sure
much more at ease in a set of ski's than a pair ofmade a nice place for a day pass or two.Some have
flippers.After the initial disappointment of learning thatsaid I spend too much time living in a fantasy world,
this wasn't my chance to wear a tight rubber bodythat I need to get a grip on reality. Sometimes I
suit in public, the reef snorkelling trip turned out to bethink they're right. But then again, they've probably
a fantastic experience. We goggled and gawked atnever been to the Belizean cayes.Simon Hillier is a
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