From the moment I
got off the boat and entered the customs office, I knew this was
going to be a laid back location. With the floor covered in sand, and
a single question asked by the customs officer, it was no time before
I was ushered through the doorway and greeted by the lone security
guard.
“Welcome to
Belize”
The Island motto - oh and this is the main street
Once on the island
of Caye Caulker, things only got more relaxed. There are no cars on
the Island – only golf buggies – and the roads consisted of some
roughly smoothed out mud where pedestrians were only occasionally
having to move out of the way of traffic – which was mostly of the
pedal variety.
After being told
off by a local for breaking the island's law by walking too fast, I
knew this was a place I would come to love.
Tell me how you leave a place like this
They don't like to
do anything fast there. Your meal might take 90 minutes to come to
you, but its all ok, but what else are you going to be doing? Just
have another drink.
When you're on the
road for any length of time, you sometimes need a break from the
actual travelling. You can't spend 12 months going at 100% checking
out attractions and monuments. I'd gotten to that stage of my trip
where some time in Caye Caulker was the perfect option.
Chilling at the Split
Initially
intending to spend only three days on the island, I couldn't seem to
leave. I couldn't even tell you what I was doing during my time
there. The Island is known for it's amazing snorkeling and diving
and yet I did neither. I spend my days by “The Split”, where the
northern and southern parts of the island are divided by a short
waterway, with beers and my nights at the reggae bar with rum and
before I knew it my three days had turned into a week. If it weren't
for an offer of a ride down to Flores in Guatemala, I might still be
there. It's just that laid back and chilled.
“Go Slow” has
become a bit of a motto for my trip so far. As well as Caye Caulker,
I've overstayed my initial expectations on the beaches of Playa Del
Carmen and the beautiful Mexican colonial town of San Cristobal De
Las Casas. “I'm leaving tomorrow” has become something of a
catchphrase for me.
No seriously, how do you leave this?
I sometimes worry
that all of this extra time spent at this end of Latin America may
mean I'll be limited towards the end of my trip, but the way I look
at it, if I', having a great time and hanging out with some great
people, why move? I've met more than a few people who seem to be
trying to pack too much into too short a time, and for mine, I'd
rather err on the side of taking too long in one place than not long
enough.
Sure, I'll get to
South America eventually – the World Cup will make sure of that –
but until then, I'm definitely enjoying going slow.