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Published: January 12th 2008
Our little plane
This is our plane, at the Belize Municipal airport
I thought it was hell that was supposed to be hot, but I'm truly in heaven and it's damn hot. I'm not complaining, don't get me wrong, but it's very hot indeed. I spent most of the morning in the water, and anyone who knows me will tell you how unusual that is. Hot and gorgeous here - here being Placencia, in the south of Belize.
Yesterday morning Lucy and I flew from Caye Caulker to Belize. For people who are interested in such things, we flew in a 208B Grand Caravan, which seats 12 passengers. Lucy and I shamelessly threw ourselves to the front of the queue in order to ensure a good seat for the views, but this unladylike behaviour was definitely worth it. It was a beautiful day, and we got excellent views of the Cayes, the towns and the jungles. It was such a treat not to have to travel by bus, and we would have paid good money for the scenic flight alone.
Our taxi driver told us that he has lived in Placencia all his life. It used to be 12 houses, one road and no lights. They were a small fishing village
We had a gorgeous scenic flight....this is the reef from the air, about five minutes by boat from Caye Caulker
that also processed conch. Then only in the late 90s it began to become more developed as tourism became popular. I asked him if he thought it was a good thing - he certainly hesitated a moment before saying, "well, I make money out of it!". But like everyone we've come across, he was very friendly and very laid back and chilled. In fact, it seems hard to believe, but this spot is even more laid back and relaxed than Caye Caulker. Lucy and I absolutely love it, and within minutes of arriving had extended our two night stay to six nights, which sadly is all the time we have left.
Jack's final request as we sadly bade him farewell was to not make it look like we were having too much fun. Tricky request, but here goes. I mentioned already that it is hot. So hot that we can only wear bikinis and walks are slow ones. Happily for us thought, the beach is only metres from our room, so this isn't too problematic. Once on the beach the only view is endless turquoise water straight ahead, palm trees all around us, with some beach cabanas dotted discretely
Caye Caulker from the air
We had amazing views the whole way
amongst the palms.
Placencia itself is a tiny town perched on the end of a long narrow peninsula. There is only one road, but there is a network of footpaths between the road and the beach where the majority of the town is situated. Essentially you can walk everywhere barefoot. Including to the bars for happy hour. Last night Lucy and I went to the "Barefoot Bar" where we met up with our friendly Aussies from Tikal. Lucy and I discovered the local specialty, called "the panti ripper". It's made from coconut rum and fresh pineapple juice and is surprisingly delicious. Lucy and I have become quite fond of it!
The days are very easy here. Reading, swimming, lunch, chatting to other travellers from all walks of life who are doing the same thing. Sorry Jack - it's hard to make heaven sound bad and that's the best I can do!
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