Hol Chan Snorkeling

We had been told that you could just roll into San Pedro and easily find a spot on a snorkeling boat for the next day, and that was true. The hostess at our hotel, Ruby’s, made a quick phone call last night and got us on a boat trip to the Hol Chan Marine Reserve and Shark Ray Alley this morning. For another couple of bucks, she rented us snorkeling gear. Hol Chan features the second-largest barrier reef in the world (if you can guess where the largest one is, you get a cookie).

Kenny and I purchased a waterproof case for our camera before the trip, and we were very excited to try it out. The problem with trying to photograph fish and rays and things is that they keep moving around. :)

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Kenny on the boat

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The reef

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More reef

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A pretty blue fish

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Underwater traffic jam

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A ray. We never figured out whether they were poisonous or not.

Ambergris Caye – La Isla Bonita

We got into Belize City yesterday afternoon and were able to catch the last water taxi from town out to San Pedro, on Ambergris Caye. Supposedly Ambergris is the “upscale” caye; we likely won’t make it to Caulker, so I can’t make any comparisons, but San Pedro feels sufficiently backpacker-friendly to me. There are some fancy resorts further north on the island, so perhaps that’s why Ambergris has its hoity-toity reputation. Ambergris calls itself “La Isla Bonita” after the Madonna song; it is possible although not clear that the song was written about this island (other fun trivia I just learned from that Wikipedia link: La Isla Bonita was originally written for Michael Jackson, but he turned it down).

We don’t have much time here – only two nights, and then onward to the west tomorrow – but I don’t feel rushed. San Pedro is a tiny little rectangle of a town, probably only about four blocks across the skinny part of the Caye and maybe ten blocks long. And very relaxed. This is a place for snorkeling, diving, lounging by the shore, and drinking rum. While we’re officially in Central America, San Pedro has a distinctively Caribbean feel. We’ve been eating things like Jamaican-style jerk chicken and grilled grouper (we found a cheap tasty restaurant called El Patio. Like all restaurants around here, it has a thatched roof and a sandy floor). Most people speak English. We’ve also heard some Spanish and an English-derived Creole.

Most of the tourists here seem to be American. Many of them are young travelers like us, but we’ve also seen families with kids.

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Lauren on the water taxi from Belize City to Ambergris Caye

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The Caye Caulker Water Taxi Terminal in Belize City

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On the deck at our hotel in San Pedro

Failing at Spontaneity

Kenny and I were expecting to make our Belize/Guatemala trip a fly-by-the-seat-of-our-pants kind of deal: we figured we wouldn’t really book hotels, and would only chart out a loose itinerary.

But I started reading about Tikal, and how it would be nice to have a hotel near the ruins rather than staying in Flores so that we could see the sunrise in the park. Since there are only a couple of hotels near the ruins, I decided that it would be best to book something. So I did.

Then we got to talking about the fact that we’ll be arriving in Belize rather late in the day and we might not want to go traipsing around Ambergris Caye looking for a place to sleep. So I booked a hotel there too.

Three days later, we have hotels booked for our entire trip, except for the last stop in Antigua. My guess is we’ll book something for Antigua soon.

So much for being spontaneous. I guess we are “planners” after all.

The Problem with Trail Mix

To get myself through the week, I bought some Passover-friendly snacks for work like fresh fruit, carrot sticks and pre-made salads (rabbit food), as well a big bag of TJ’s trail mix (squirrel food). It’s a good trail mix – lots of yummy things like cashews, dried cherries, dried cranberries – but it suffers from the same problem as any other trail mix: not all ingredients are created equal. Clearly the dried pineapple chunks are the gems in the bag. I really tried to consume all of the components of the trail mix at an equal rate, but somehow I have half a bag left and no more pineapples. And now I seem to have lost interest in the trail mix (perhaps especially so now that Passover is finished and I can consume my normal office snacks of cereal and granola bars again).

Why not just purchase a bag of dried pineapple chunks instead, you ask? Great idea. TJ’s used to stock such a wonderful thing, but it hasn’t graced their shelves for many months now. It seems to have gone the way of the turkey burgers (which came and went, and came and went, and came… and now seem to have disappeared again).

(I lead a very exciting life, don’t I?)

Our Mailman Hates Us

Honestly, I don’t even understand what this “as usual” business is all about. This has happened once before.

Although I was excited to be able to tell Kenny that “our postman was going postal on us.”

Of course we also got a lecture from the postal worker at the post office when we went to pick up our mail. And out of the big crate of mail that he handed us, less than 10 pieces were useful – the rest we recycled before leaving the post office. We need a spam filtering service for snail mail…