Belize Cayes - A World Away From Reality

As the engine roar melted to a kitten purr andsecluded patch of waterfront paradise, soaked up
our boat nuzzled up to the Caye Caulker pier, wethe afternoon sun, and flipped through back issues
did a quick inventory check. Dancing palms, tick.of Mexican celebrity gossip magazines found
Sun bleached beach, tick. Island motto, "Go Slow",discarded in our room - anything to keep our
painted lazily on a signpost stuck in the sand, tick.minds off the fact that our days of sloth were
I gave my partner in crime a private smile. Thisnumbered. Back at the bungalow we hatched our
was the place. We'd escaped...for now.Bobbing upplan. We were not giving up our life of leisure that
and down against a tiny Belizean island on theeasily. We would go down partying. Caye
Caribbean Sea wasn't in the original script. TheAmbergris awaited and I had a birthday to
plan had been to fly into Belize for a quick tastecelebrate.As the largest, most developed, and
of eco-adventure before slipping over themost expensive of the Belizean islands, Caye
Guatemalan border. But we'd got greedy, andAmbergris caters well for the first class holiday
four days later, we were still there with our handsseeker, with a range of villas, luxury home stays
caught in the action jar. Jungle hikes, eco-tours,and resorts to choose from. To prepare for our
Jaguar spotting, cave tubing, Mayan ruins andlast stand, we checked into the mysteriously
mountain bike treks. Where would it end? Thenamed Sun Breeze Beach Hotel, close to the main
equatorial heat was on. We'd needed a place totown of San Pedro, for some pampering and
lay low for a couple of days. Somewhere a mancreature comforts. The spacious rooms, resort
could find a secluded beach and lie back and thinkstyle swimming pool, Jacuzzi, massage studio,
of England, or anywhere else he'd rather not be.swanky outdoor bar, and international flavoured
After making a few discreet inquiries we knewrestaurant were a world away from the
there was only one place to hide, and only oneGilliganism's of Caye Caulker, but at only USD125
man powerful enough to help us get there. Thea night, my inner Thurston Howell the third was
man known only as, "The Marine Terminal ticketcalling.Pandered, pleasured, and fed in ways that
booth guy".So we paid for our boat passes inonly money can buy, we climbed to the lookout
small, unmarked bills, jumped aboard the firstover the hotel bar. Slipping in the hammock, we
vessel bound for the islands, and left the spoils ofwitnessed one of the most beautiful sunsets the
mainland adventure in our wake. Not that theCaribbean has to offer. Swinging back and forth
warm blue coastal waters were fooling us. Homewith a birthday cocktail in hand, I could truly
to more than one hundred and seventy islands, orappreciate how delightfully far we were from
cayes, and the world's second largest barrier reef,anything resembling an office cubicle.
it wouldn't be easy to keep our hands off aContemplation over, I made my final charge into
bounty of aquatic fun that has tempted travellersthe night. Crazy Canucks Bar, crazy Canadian in
since Blackbeard and his Buccaneer posse cruisedtow, we drank, laughed and danced
these waters back in the 1600's. Yet, as weembarrassingly to reggae music until sunrise.The
stood on this unassuming wharf and watched ourfollowing days we gorged on water sports as fast
getaway vessel pull out of dock, the captainas Caye Ambergris could dish them up. There
turned to us with some re-assuring words ofwas diving amongst some of the world's most
advice, "Relax mon. You're on Caye Caulker timebeautiful coral reefs, sailing tours around the island,
now".If Gilligan had ever taken up real estatedeep-sea fishing for sailfish and barracuda, jet
development, Caye Caulker town would haveskiing and paragliding off the sun-tickled beaches.
been his Big Apple. Dozing peacefully on this slip ofOh how we feasted!Our hunger for aqua
an island, the cluster of brightly paintedadventure finally satiated, we wandered into
ramshackle beach hideaways, deserted beach lots,town, plonked our behinds on the nearest bikes
scattered fishing boats, palm trees, sand floorfor rent, and peddled to the far reaches of the
restaurants, dive huts, and salty old sailorsisland. Crossing a small river by
propping up bars at 11am in the morning, makesman-pulling-rope-very-hard-powered ferry to the
for the perfect getaway haven.The jewels inless populated north island, we cycled along
Caye Caulker's crown are it minimalist pleasures.remote dirt tracks lined with sweeping palm trees.
No international resorts, flashy nightclubs, or peakEmerging from the bush onto the beach at the
hour traffic. Remember the motto? Go slow. Ouredge of the lapping blue Caribbean, it was a
mission, and yes we did choose to accept it, wasleisurely ride along long stretches of white
to find a bungalow for as little as forty dollars persqueaky sand to the "money" end of town.The
night on a quiet stretch of squeaky white sand,north beach plays host to luxurious resort
treat our palates to an array of seafood delights,bungalows and private beach villas. I pondered
and then debrief over a drink at a beach barambitiously over the For Sale sign standing outside
watching the sun slip beneath a sheet ofone particularly hedonistic abode. Apparently, the
Caribbean blue sea. This message will self-indulge informer owner wasn't happy about motoring his
five seconds.Before long, we'd slipped into the "no80ft cruiser around all that coral nonsense to
shoes, no shirt, no problem" and "sarong,moor outside his beach palace. Being the
swimsuit, smile" dress code, and immersedentrepreneurial type, he'd used a few sticks of
ourselves amongst the welcoming band of eclecticdynamite to blast a neat little driveway straight
castaways. It soon became clear that the localthrough the reef. Unfortunately, the government
brew of Creoles, Central Americans, anddidn't see it that way and sent him a fine big
Europeans posed little threat to our relaxationenough to clear the Belize national debt. He was
plans. However, we'd have to keep tabs on thelast seen paddling a canoe in the direction of
North American retirees swerving along theCuba.A little further along we stumbled across
streets in rickety old golf carts, sending dogs,Captain Morgan's Retreat, setting of the original
children and loitering tourists running for cover.ForTemptation Island show. As we stood outside the
three perfect days we hid behind sunglasses,Mecca of televised drama, so many touching
cocktail umbrellas and lobster menus, wondering ifmemories came flooding back. Amber and Troy
maybe, just maybe, there would be no more callswhispering under a palm tree, probably discussing
to action, and life really was a beach after all.the effects of global warming. Shawana ditching
Then one night, whilst minding our own businessGary and confessing to Chad 'you had me at "are
over a couple of tall Panty Rippers at Popeye'sthose things real?"' At that moment, I couldn't help
Bar and Restaurant, the bartender told us a manbut appreciate the truly important things in life. I
had been in asking questions. "Did he knowturned to the ski bunny and told her she had a
anyone who might like to explore the reef?" "Hadsmile so beautiful it could almost pass as
he seen any tourists dance so badly to thecosmetically enhanced.Peddling across the beach
reggae band they couldn't possibly show theirtowards town for the last time before heading
faces around the island?" The next morning, weback to the mainland, we waved goodbye to all
went to see a man about a snorkelling tour.Whilstthe things we loved about the cayes. The lazy
experienced divers prefer the more exciting sitespalm trees, the ivory white sands, the aqua blue
in the waters off Caye Ambergris, the beautifulwaters, the hammocks swinging in the breeze,
calm reefs of Caye Caulker offered the idealthe friendly faces, the plastic whale and dolphin
setting for first timer submariners like myfountain splashing water over Jesus outside the
nervous companion, a Canadian mountain girl,pink Jehovah's Witness mansion...the what?
much more at ease in a set of ski's than a pair ofAnyway, for a couple of repeat adventure travel
flippers.After the initial disappointment of learningoffenders, it sure made a nice place for a day
that this wasn't my chance to wear a tight rubberpass or two.Some have said I spend too much
body suit in public, the reef snorkelling trip turnedtime living in a fantasy world, that I need to get a
out to be a fantastic experience. We goggled andgrip on reality. Sometimes I think they're right. But
gawked at the amazing array of fish, eels, andthen again, they've probably never been to the
spectacular coral formations. The highlight of theBelizean cayes.Simon Hillier is a freelance writer
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