Crossing the Belize border from Chetumal was pretty simple. The customs official was ready to take a siesta in the morning heat and didn't seem to care about much. "Got any fruit?" he asked. "Nope." "Anything to declare?" "Nope." I replied. "Ummm ... uh, ok just go ahead." And away I went, reboarded the bus and we were off to Belize City; a filthy, crime ridden, scam artist infested shit hole. And I'm being polite. We jumped in a taxi for a ride to the marine terminal. The taxi, if you want to call it that, was an old toyota van held together with duck tape and bailing twine ... a total piece of crap. But it got us where we needed to go. Within seconds of getting out of the taxi we received offers to buy crank and other assorted drugs. They aren't too persistent once you tell them to get lost so it's no big deal.

Caye Caulker is an island paradise . Except for a police truck and a couple work trucks, there are no cars on the island. Just some golf carts and bicycles. The roads aren't paved, and if you walk slow enough, you can walk from one side of the island to the other in 15 minutes. It's really cool here though, and I suspect I will stay a while.