Private jet time....almost

The day has consisted of getting a 6 person cesna out to the caye's. At one stage we were in private jet territory - alas an armed private security guard along with gun, knife and 2 foot long baton joined us. He was pretty much a smile free zone - we didn't ask him to take any photos.

After a joyous encounter with the beautiful baggage handling guy - he agrees to watch over our bags and we go and do a reccie of the larger ambergris caye. I say reccie I mean work out where the ferry leaves from, gush about how lucky we are and drink ( more) lime juice.

Tickets purchased, a 30 min ferry ride later and we arrive on the smaller, less developed caye caulker - to our $25/ night cabin. What a place - I'm writing this from a hammock at the end of a jetty with no one else bar Philippa around. It's like this is all a bit of a dream.

Oh and special mention to Avgi - we went to a local family restaurant for lunch - Marin's. I had a lobster burger and thought of you. Why choose between lobster and a burger hey.

So I'm going to end the gushing about the place now. It's nice, you get it.

On to the people....

The people of Belize kill it. They radiate happiness and just being around them makes me want to better person. So far this trip not a single snide, sarcastic comment has exited my slightly sunburnt lips. In fact I'm getting a bit sick of myself. I'm being too ****ing nice.

Honduras watch out - they don't call me heartless for nothing