Belize!

Leaving Tulum was hard to do. The beach, the people, the food ( maybe put that down a few spicy levels for complete perfection..) .
But I managed to tear myself away and  Jake and I headed for Belize. We haggled for taxis and caught some chicken buses to the border town of Chetamul. At the border we were informed we had to pay a 30 dollar US exit tax.
This is where Lonely planet let us down... It said there was no such thing as an exit tax- and to just stay confident and say no. Bullshit. We ended up paying, what ended up being a legitimate tax after irritating the poor guards for a good ten minutes.
(The group after us made the guards so angry they were told to go pay it at a bank, and then come back with a receipt. A trip back to town to find the banks closed, and back to the border to have the guard laugh at them and say they can try again the next day.)
Disheartened, we tried to haggle for a taxi, with pretty rubbish results.
My sad face must have caught one of the Belizeans attention, because they invited us to catch a ride int he back of their pickup.
A half hour and downpour later we were dropped off a few kms fromt he bus station.
Blah blah blah- TADA. we made it to Belize city!
Pretty in the day time, a bit scary at night- the owner of the hostel took us for a walk as a "guide".
A long enough walk to realize he was bat shit crazy. He tried to teach us to gamble- lost all his (our) cash.
He told stories, but never finished them because he was always distracted by a pretty rock or fish, or headlights. He told us he was a healer, and a drug addict. He was a hippy, and seer and a nudist.
Bat shit crazy.

A boat ride the next day to Caye Caulker, back to the land of sand!
No shoes needed, anywhere, this sand island takes ten minutes to walk across and has everything from chinese food to tacos.
After settling in for the first day, Ythe second day I went fishing. The boys described it as "deep sea" so I was expecting a boat, and poles that are bolted down lest I get wrenched from the boat with my huge catch.
Umm, no. We had hand reels.. actually just a spool of line- with a hook on the end.
None the less it was fun. We got loads of snapper( yellow and red) dived and speargun fished for crabs, and caught a shark!

Today I need to spend less money! A day reading and swimming ( witht he stingrays!) is in store.
Tomorrow, to Guatemala (hopefully!)