Ambergris Caye, where we’ve spent the last week, is an island. It is home to a few large trucks, a handful of minivans that serve as taxicabs, and lots of bikes and motor scooters — but by far the primary mode of transportation is golf carts. They’re everywhere, and in San Pedro, the big town on the Caye, the carts are lined up and carefully locked with all kinds of mechanisms — chains, padlocks, and variations of The Club — as people go about their daily business.
One thing about golf carts: although they seem puttery and slow and therefore safe, they remain motor vehicles, as capable of a fender bender as any car. And, with no seat belts or other forms of passenger restraints, they can be dangerous in a collision. We saw a rear-ender where a little girl in the trailing cart went flying into the windshield and came up stunned and crying.
For the most part, Kish and I stuck to bikes and our feet.
When you go on a beach vacation, oohing and aahing about the sunrises and sunsets is an ironclad requirement. There’s something about the combination of sun, clouds, water and a distant horizon that just grabs you — especially if you’re a landlocked Midwesterner.
Here at our resort in Belize, the sunrise part is easy. Our cottage faces east, and when Old Sol peeks over the horizon you notice it immediately. Step outside the front door, walk out onto the beach, and voila!
The sunset requires a bit more work. Just to the west of our resort is a kind of inlet, with small islands and plants dotting the surface. You have to walk off the resort property, cross a dusty road, and stand and wait. In some ways, it’s more visually interesting than the ocean. Quieter, too — without the crashing surfing you can hear the birdsong and the lapping of the rippled water. It’s a striking setting.
We’ve really enjoyed our trip to Belize, which ends today.