Saturday
This was my first trip since 9/11. O'Hare was not too
crowded, although there were long lines for domestic coach check in. Thanks for getting us
into 1st Class, Jean and June. Security checked my bag thoroughly. Too many
electronic gadgets! By the time we met Kyle & Denise at DFW, the girls were half
in the bag. By the time we reached Belize City, they were all the way.
Thirteen seats on the plane to San Pedro. San Pedro is the
largest town on the cays (pronounced keys, Denise). It is on Ambergris Cay, named
for the amber greasy substance secreted by whales. TMM base is less than a block
from the “airport”. We hiked it rather than the taxi. Next time, walk down
and get the cart. After settling on our boat, Muddy Joe, we had a nice
dinner at Elvi’s Kitchen. It’s Saturday night, but the girls were not
ready for the disco. We did stop at B.C.’s bar for a few. However,
“Yes, We Have No Bananas” seemed to be the song of the bars in Belize. That night, I discovered my checkbook missing. Kyle called American earlier looking for his
camera, which they said they could not find, but they did find a checkbook.
Sunday
The most unfriendly unhelpful people in Belize turned out to be the
American Airlines ground crew. TMM spent the entire morning trying to get my check
book and finally succeeded with the help of the manager at Tropic Air. Kyle and I
found a good breakfast at Mickey’s. TMM was very confused about our
provisioning, thinking that food for four would not be enough for the four of us plus the
captain. We had great BBQ at B.C.’s before we finally got the check book, paid
the bill and got underway about 2PM.
We
only had time for a snorkel ‘out front’ at San Pedro then a slow sail to Cay
Caulker. The snorkel was great. Not much of a reef, but we saw several nurse
sharks and a few rays.
Cay
Caulker is the end of civilization on the barrier reef. Still, no one was interested
in going to shore so quickly in our adventure. Still full from lunch, we made supper
of salad and bread, then played Uno.
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