Having spent 3 weeks looking around Guatemala it was time to leave and check out my next country Belize. Knowing I could have been in Mexico by now didn’t bother me to much as Belize had been a country I had always wanted to visit. Belize’s official language is English but hasn’t always been that way. With the Mayans spread over the north of Central America it wasn’t until the Spanish invaded that things started to change. The Spanish held what is now known as Belize from 1500-1862 when the British moved in to extract timber. This was allowed by the Spanish in exchange for not attacking their ships.
From 1682-1981 Belize was under British rule and was known then as British Honduras. The country continued to be used for the extraction of Mahogany but with Guatemala claiming ownership the British Armed forces and RAF remanded long after independence. Belize has a population of just under 350,000 people which is less then most large cities and having a coastline in the Caribbean and its own barrier reef not forgetting its numerous national parks I was looking forward to seeing what it had to offer. I knew i wouldn’t get to see the whole country but riding through would not only give me the views in between the towns but also get to see some of the sights.
Friday 30th November
After an amazing nights sleep I got up and joined the guys for breakfast. It was so refreshing chatting and having a laugh with them. With the plan to head up to the ruins once we were all ready we made our way up the road for 25 minutes and reached the ancient site. Once we had paid looked at a few artefacts then followed the path that lead us there. On the way we passed a few guys building a fence and handrail that looked like wood. It was actually cement with steel reinforcement and was amazing. I chatted to the workers for a bit which was much easier now I could communicate in English before arriving at the site. It was truly incredible that they had lasted almost 1,500 years in the tropics knowing how fast and destructive trees can be and even more incredible that remains have been found going back 1500 BC. With all of these linked to hundreds of other sites scattered around central America it was hard to grasp just how massive this empire was.
The amazing handy work of the masons making the concrete handrails look like bamboo
After about an hour we headed back and I packed the last of my things before wishing the guys well as they headed off for Guatemala. I soon joined the highway and headed east to Belmopan before then needing to turn south east.
Arriving in town I was starting to feel hungry
The old wooden police station looked so cool
As I got within a couple miles I passed a sign saying pork chops. It immediately caught my attention and I suddenly started to feel hungry. It took seconds to return to the restaurant and order my meal which I was so excited about. It tasted amazing as I had forgotten how much I had missed them.
Once I had eaten I rode the last few miles to the junction and turned right joining the hummingbird highway. I was told it was beautiful but also hilly. With a morning of ups and downs all be it short but steep I prepared for the worst and pushed on.
As I climbed I saw a car a head that had pulled over with someone stood at the rear looking at me. It turned out to be a guy called Steve from Northampton who had moved out here. Him and his partner Alisha we’re lovely and it was great to hear the British accent. They told me about a place to stay but that I had a lot of mountains to get over. Once we had finished chatting we wished each other well and I set off for the hills.
As I headed further down the highway the jungle got thicker
Passing many orange plantations was cool but to tempting not to stop and have one that was leaning over the fence. It tasted amazing and I could have just sat there for hours eating more but I needed to keep going. The road climbed a little then dropped but even though I was getting deeper into the mountains I never got over 150 metres. As the time went on I started to look for a place to stay and spotted the one Steve had recommended. I went to check it out but with no one home I rode on and came to another. After a short ride off the road I came to a large building where I met the owner. He was really nice and showed me around then told me about the place and that there was a great place to swim in the river. After organising dinner I got what I needed off my bike and went down to check out the swimming hole.
While I made my way into the water my companion headed off for his own adventure
Taking the owners dog with me was great fun and we walked together to the river . We soon reached a beautiful spot on the river bank with clear blueish water running between the stones. With no one there and not having any swimming stuff I stripped off and lowered myself into to the cool clear water. It felt amazing and after a days ride it was just what I needed. After almost falling off a slippery rock to get to another deep pool I did chuckle thinking how embarrassing it would be if I had to call for help while being totally naked. With a little while longer in the river I headed back with the dog and joined a lovely Swedish family for dinner. Being joined by the owner was great and so nice to sit and chat with them all. It was such a relaxing place and I was so pleased I had stopped. They told me about how bad the coast highway was and that if it rains it becomes impassable so hoped it would stay dry. They also told me about the road outside that was now tarmac and how when it was first built there was no traffic, so people used to use it to play football and have parties. This ok until people used to fall asleep in the road after getting drunk and would get hit by unsuspecting drivers. Although there is still little traffic that travel this road, parties have now been banned to keep the residence safe.
With the rain starting to fall and gradually getting heavier all I could hope for is that it didn’t rain to much and make my life hard. I had been in heavy rain before and on bad roads knowing just how tough it can get but also that it could be quite an adventure, I’ll just have to see.
Saturday 1st December
Hearing the rain beat on the roof wasn’t great knowing the road I was heading on was prone to flooding. It didn’t stop me falling into a deep sleep then to wake hearing it again. By the time I got up and joined the Swedish family for breakfast it was starting to clear. It had been really lovely to meet them and feel their positive attitude to the country and just hoped it went well for them. Once my bike was loaded it was around 9am and said my goodbyes before heading for the hills.
The scenery was beautiful
They were short and very steep to start with but they never got higher then about 230 metres before I was descending towards the coast and the lowlands. I passed many orange plantations one after another soon arriving at a processing plant where the oranges are made into juice. With a small factory shop I brought a juice and started to drink some. It was so cold but tasted amazing and I was surprised at how much energy it gave me. With a light tail wind and the road steadily dropping I made good progress and soon reached the point where I would turn north onto the dirt road.
Although the road was ok the ever darkening sky made me nervous with the chance of flooding and making my life very hard
I always loved going over these old wooden bridges
Being about 20 miles to Gales point I worked out I should be there just after 1pm making it a good place to stop. Although the road was rough, muddy and sticky making it harder to keep up any kind of speed I was making good progress and arrived as planned and rode the couple miles out to the point. I was joined by a guy on a bike that was also heading to the point. He had such a strong Jamaican accent or that’s how it sounded but I could barely understand him and had to keep asking him to repeat what he was saying. Once in the tiny settlement I finally found a place to eat only for them to tell me they had just run out of food.
With just over 26 miles of bad road to the highway I cut my loses and decided I would have a late dinner. Or early tea. Once back at the junction I turned right and at first the road was hard and stony. Once past this it got better and I could enjoy the greenery around me.
There was no one on the road and the quiet was just amazing. As I rode north along the red earth road with the high green jungle lining the verge I spotted something in the road that made me jump only to see it was a small tortoise. I tried to get a picture with its head and legs out but it wasn’t having any of it. With the little chap hiding inside my next option was to put the Go Pro next to it and ride off while filming it. As soon as I went to do it the tortoise popped out and ran off at an unbelievable speed that just made me laugh. The little might was like a rocket. I caught up with him and managed to get a picture when a land rover pulled up with a lovely Swiss couple driving.
They were really great to chat to and were pleased I had shown them the tortoise. As we chatted the little fella made a dash for the grass and was soon out of sight. With the time getting on and having had a nice chat with the couple we said goodbye and headed off to the junction. I worked out if I could averaged 10 mph I would reach the junction by 5pm leaving me half an hour of light to spare. With the soft mud and deep puddles my speed dropped often below 8mph and so I knew I would have to make some quick decision at the junction.
As I rode through this thick green jungle I did wonder what lay in the undergrowth out of sightI loved these old wooden bridgesAs the sun started to set it brought out the deep red earth and the limestone mounds that make up the make up the mountain rangeAlthough the rain had left some very deep puddles I could normally find away through
After pushing on through some amazing scenery and some tracks that looked very much like jaguar tracks I reached the junction around 5.15pm. I asked if there was a hotel close by and with a ‘no but you can stay with me’ I decided decline the offer and to ride towards Belize city. I’m sure they meant well but there was something I didn’t trust about them and in leaving they asked for money which reinforced my instinct. With the light fading fast I got my head down and headed towards the next town. As I got about two miles from the junction I saw a lodge with accommodation. I went in to take a look only to find the cabins were expensive so asked about the camping. Being much more affordable I opted to camp with just a few minutes of light left then discovered I had picked the same place as the Swiss couple which was great.
Christophe and Frederick
Having just cooked they had some small new potatoes left over which they gave me with some BBQ sauce. Having not eaten all day they tasted even more amazing and couldn’t wait for dinner. With hundreds of mosquitos trying to eat me I knew I had to shower and change before I even started to put my tent up. Once I was washed and my camp was sorted I headed in to check myself in and and have my dinner. I joined the Swiss couple who were already there and enjoyed an amazing meal.
I was so content that I had managed to cover a good distance and that I was close enough to Belize city to reach it in good time and head out to the islands where I could have a few days off relaxing but for now I was tired and ready for bed.
Sunday 2nd December
After a good nights sleep in the tent I got up and joined Christophe and Frederick for breakfast. With a plan to go to the zoo I asked if I could join them and soon we were off driving the two kilometres to the entrance.
The zoo was started from a few rescue animals that needed some time to recover. As more animals were brought in, it soon became clear some would never recover and others having been exposed to humans wouldn’t last long in the wild. From that point on the rescue centre slowly grew bigger and finally turned into a zoo and educational centre.
It was so good to look around see the animals that are native to this country. Having spent a couple hours looking around and enjoying the wildlife that is so often really hard to see we headed back to the camp where we said goodbye.
Frederick planning where to go next
With a little work to do I spent half an hour working before setting off towards Belize city and the ferry. After an hour I set off east towards the city and although the road was flat the head wind made it hard and slow going. Feeling tired and not having much energy I stopped for some food to try and perk me up. Spotting a small stall outside a supermarket it was the smell that drew me close so went to investigate. It was a tiny stall run by a very lovely black lady with the biggest smile selling food from large vats. I ordered a bowl and was presented with the most amazing food that tasted incredible.
It was a chicken stew with potato salad and rice which was just what I needed and couldn’t believe how hungry I was. As I sat the postman arrived on his bright red bike and started to chat to the lady. At first I didn’t understand what he was saying then I realised he was speaking english in such a strong Caribbean accent. Needing to get on I set off once again feeling a bit better and continuing to fight the headwind. After another 5 miles I spotted a cyclist coming the other way. I stopped to say hello and met Andres who was from Holland. He had started in Cancun, Mexico and was heading down to Panama. He had been touring many times and looked well equipped to do the job.
Andreas getting to grips with Dolly
After a good chat and again annoyed we were going in opposite direction we said goodbye and I pushed on to the city.
This seemed strange where the highway cut through the middle of a cemetery.
It seemed to take forever to reach it and after navigating my way through the city I reached the port 10 minutes after the ferry had left. I was a little annoyed as I could have been on the boat but it did give me the chance to just stop. It was 3.10pm and with the next ferry due at 5pm all I could do was wait. I would arrive on the island after dark but being a small island I knew it would be safe and was looking forward to seeing what it was like.
The port where I would catch the ferry out to the islands
The time past quickly and soon I was booked on the ferry with my bike ready to go. The boat soon picked up speed once we were outside the harbour and started to head out towards the islands passing the many massive cruse ships that sat way out in the deep waters. After an hour and a half we reached the islands where we were dropped off onto a large wooden pontoon.
It took awhile to reload everything back on my bike but once sorted my next challenge was to find somewhere to stay. I started with the first place I came to which was full, then the second, then third only to find it was peak season. This was the first time I wished I had booked ahead as pretty much everything was full or really really expensive. After a bit of searching I came across a large building that still had rooms. Although it was a bit more expensive I knew it would be fine for tonight and could always change tomorrow.
Shortly after settling in I was joined by two girls called Mary from London and Irene from the East coast of the states. After a short while chatting it soon became clear they were going to be fun people to have around. Needing to get food and have a drink we headed up to the bar upstairs to start the night before heading out for food.
Irene,Mary and me enjoying a few beers out
It was so nice having finally made it to the Island and even nicer having great company.
Monday 3rd December
With no windows in the room it was hard to know what time it was. I found my watch to see it was already 8.45am. Not being able to find my key I went to have a look where we were last night to see that every man and their dog were already up. With no sign of it I went back and joined the girls for breakfast before heading to the dive shop to book a dive. With the dive booked and needing to return at 3.30pm I headed around town to pick up a few souvenirs before meeting up with the girls again at the hostel where we then headed to the spit at the end of the island to relax.
Watching a storm moving across the sky out to sea
It was really great to sit by the water, eat, swim and enjoy the company. Laying next to water water watching the world go by made cycling feel a long way away and knew I didn’t have much left before I would have a much longer break. I was also excited about going to Cuba to see Yang and Kathy and couldn’t wait to go home to see my family and friends.
The whole afternoon was so great resting and relaxing but it was soon time to head to the shop check if the dive was running and pay for the trip.
This young lad was helping his dad load bananas
After 15 minutes I got to the shop and was told they still weren’t sure if the dive was still happening and needed to return at 4pm. Needing to head back later I wondered the streets looking for more christmas presents until it was time return to book the tour. On arriving back I found the girls were there booking the same tour which was great and I knew it would be more fun. While Irene and I sorted out our dive equipment, Mary headed off to have her nails done and arranged to meet later. So after another half an hour I walked with Irene to the shop where she would also have her nails done and meet up with Mary.
On arriving we met Marry at reception and I said ‘lets see it then’ wanting to see her nails. A bright red face looked nervously back at me along with the staff as unbeknown to me she had just had a wax. The girls in the shop looked shocked and I hadn’t realised why. After realising what I meant she said she hadn’t had them done yet so I went off oblivious as to what just happened.
Wanting to get a few more presents I set off through the streets and arranged to meet up later. After a few hours we met up for tea and all was explained and how the girls laughed when they knew what I asked to see. It was so much fun hanging out with them and being joined by a few others for tea made our evening even more fun. It was defiantly island life and I was relaxed. With a dive planned for tomorrow it was an early night and hopefully a good nights sleep.
Tuesday 4th December
Needing to be at the dive shop for 5.30am meant an even earlier start. There were five of us in the room which were doing the dive and soon there were three of us ready. We wondered the sandy deserted island streets and reached the shop for breakfast before grabbing our gear and heading out to the boat.
Ready to go !!!
We were soon on and taking the two hour trip out to the atoll that we would be diving at. With the recent wind and rain the swell had picked up and had produced some big waves, making our trip from to the blue hole quite rough. After a short break and two hours through the shallow waters and tiny islands we arrived at an area that on first glance looked like open sea but as we got closer we could see there was a dark rounded shape surrounded by a light blue.
We had arrived at the blue hole! Although we couldn’t really make out the whole thing being close to the water we could make out the rim that was closest to us. We were briefed on the dive and prepared our equipment for our first dive. After 10 minutes we were in the water and starting our descent to a sandy ledge next to the drop off. As I started to descend I suddenly got a stabbing pain in my eye which was a result from an operation I’d had a few years ago. With trapped air in my left tear duct it took a while to clear before I could join the others that were sat down at 10 metres. Once down and comfortable we started to move toward the edge and drop into the hole.
The blue taken from the air (not by me)
The blue hole was once a huge sink hole that is now under the sea and is 124 metres deep, 300 metres across and would have been formed over 150,000 years ago. During the end of the ice age the sea water rose and filled the cave with water leaving behind a land lost in time with massive stalactites.
The thought of descending in to a cave that would have been dry when the first homo sapiens were in Africa was just mind blowing and the cave seemed to have an almost prehistoric feeling. With giant stalactites hanging over an unknown dark abyss was just incredible and swimming between them suspended in the deep blue water felt more like we were flying weightless in time.
Looking up from the dark hole to the deep blue world above with divers suspended above us looked more like a weird mobil hanging above a kids bed. Being such a deep dive we couldn’t stay down long and were soon headed slowly up for two safety stops and return to the boat and the world above. From here we had an hour to eat snacks before moving to our second dive site ‘The half moon caye wall’ and get ready to go again. This one took us to the depth of 18 metres and followed a reef wall with the current making it easier to see the marine life. Once we’d had time to recover from the first dive we dropped into the water and knowing I had difficulty in my descent I started to make my way down. By the time everyone was ready and descending I was still only two meters from the surface trying to clear the pain. I knew I couldn’t rush it so I swam above them at a depth that was comfortable and started my descent to the others once it had cleared. It wasn’t long before we saw our first reef shark that came to check us out which looked amazing and was so curios circling us. As it swam in our direction I swam up behind Irene and grabbed her foot. This made her jump and I was shocked at the look she gave me 🙂 With the shark satisfied with checking us out it headed off away from us swimming off into the darkness and out of sight. It was amazing how much we saw, from lobsters, barracuda, red and yellow snapper along with all kinds of other fish, not to mention all the fan and brain Corel.After about 40 minutes and another safety stop to make sure we had got rid of all the nitrogen bubbles we reached the boat and headed for the shore to have lunch.
We were on the island for around 2 hours to eat and visit the bird lookout to see the magnificent frigid birds in season and the red footed boobies that we had missed when Amanda came out to join me Ecuador.
The red footed boobie
With one dive to go we headed back to the boat and were then taken a short distance to our last dive sight ‘The Long Caye’. After putting our damp wetsuits on again we got our kit on and dropped into the water. I set off for the bottom before everyone else and again they were all down at around 18 metres while I fought with the stabbing pain in my eye. Taking it steady I dropped a little and if it hurt I went up a bit. It finally cleared and then joined the others for our last dive. As we dove along the Corel wall I had a go at making air rings. They are like smoke rings but made by swimming along on ones back and blowing upwards. After a few attempts I managed to get the hang of it and got a few going. One of the others in our group managed to dive down through them and it looked so cool. I felt so lucky to be diving with the girls and the others, they were all so much fun and made the day the best. With a two and a bit hour boat ride back due to the weather changing and the waves coming in we reached the boat had a quick snack and headed back. It felt like ages and couldn’t believe how many mangrove islands we went through. After an hour of being thrown around we stopped for a break in the calm waters of one of the atolls only to be joined by a pod of dolphins. It was the cherry on the cake and a great way to end a great dive.
With another hour to go we battled through the waves with the storm clouds creating the most incredible scenes and reached the harbour. Once our equipment was washed we said goodbye to the ones that couldn’t stay and arranged to meet some others in the pub. It had been a long day and a tiring one but I was happy. I’d had two days on the island and yet it felt like a week. I felt lucky to have met the girls and all the people in the hostel were really friendly. I knew I couldn’t have a late one as I was wanting to catch the ferry but I wanted a couple beers to see the day out and try and eat something. With Mary absolutely exhausted I headed out with Irene and joined up with some others I had met on my first night in Belize. If I could have changed anything about my few days on the island I would chose to do it all again exactly as it was. It was just what I needed.
Wednesday 5th December
After a few beers I did manage to sleep but I wasn’t on top form when I woke. I popped the battery into my camera and checked out the ferry times from the photo I had taken. With 45 minutes to get up pack, shower and have breakfast I needed to get my ass in gear. I ordered my breakfast finished loading my bike and told Mary I was off. They both arrived bleary eyed from the room and looked disappointed that they didn’t join me for breakfast and I was sad to say goodbye.
They had been so much fun and were such a good team. I knew I would miss them but I had to go. With 4 minutes to get to the ferry I dropped my key off and rode to the harbour only to find it was the wrong one. With no boat at the next one I knew I could relax as it hadn’t come in yet.
I checked my ticket and sat and waited when I was told I had to pay for my bike. Having brought a return I showed them my receipt and was told it was one way. Knowing I had asked for a return for my bags and bike and assured it was right I was now in for a battle. I hated this sort of thing where one person has told me one thing saying it is everything I need to get to and from only to be told I wouldn’t be allowed on the boat. After explaining it and them taking my bags off the boat the conceded knowing I wasn’t trying to cheat them and set off for the mainland.
I know I could have paid more but it had happened once to many and just couldn’t keep doing it. Once back on then mainland I set my GPS and headed out of the city towards Orange Walk. On leaving the city I passed a bakery and just had to go in to buy some goodies.
With two sausage rolls and a couple cakes I sat eating the rolls when I got chatting to a guy form England. It was really nice chatting while I enjoyed my treats but being now gone 10am and having 50 odd miles to cover I needed to get going. I soon reached the outskirts and was heading west into a strong headwind. Although i had been lucky with the lack of wind over the last few weeks it did annoy me as I’d had a head wind heading east into the city making me miss the ferry and now I head wind heading west out of the city making my going tough. Being Sunday the road was quiet and the cars good but it was boring. There was not much to see, nothing really changed and the wind and the road surface made it hard and slow going. There were no hills and looking at the road on the map I would be lucky if I climbed more then 100 metres all day but yet everything felt slow and sluggish.
With no where to eat pretty much for the 56 miles to Orange walk I pushed on through lunch and just stopped to eat the biscuit I had brought in Belize city. Giving me that extra bit of energy to reach the town I pushed on until I found a restaurant. By this point I was so hungry so sat and enjoyed 2 pork chops that tasted amazing. I asked the owner about hotels and so once finished I headed into town to check them out. After looking at two I found one that was ok and checked in. Having just had dinner I wasn’t hungry for more and having had only one meal I felt I needed a little bit more. spotting a supermarket opposite I grabbed some snacks and headed back to catch up on some work. It had been good to move further north but it hadn’t been a great day and almost wished i was back on the island. Having just a few days before my flight to Cuba I knew I had made the right decision and knew I would soon be in Mexico and on holiday.
Thursday 6th December
Today I had three options. Option 1 goto the mayan ruins, 2 work on the blog and try and catch up or 3 head off north to mexico. Hearing the rain not just hitting the roof but beating against it concreted my decision to stay and get some work done.The other benefit for staying was the internet was good. I had breakfast to start my day and set to work. It was good to start with but soon lost connection losing some work and was told I could use another connection near the pool which I never knew there was. As I sat under the canopy working with the sky getting blacker the rain started and found I was starting to get dripped on. The rain turned to a torrent and was pleased I had chosen to stay. It was a shame I had’t got to see the ruins but at least it would give me something to come back to.
I spotted this sign on the shop door which made me chuckle
After picking up some lunch for the shop opposite I got a bit more work done before having a nap as tomorrow was going to be a long day to the border.
Having been to a nice restaurant on the edge of town I had decided I wanted to leave having had a good meal. I set out on my bike and after 15 minutes I reached the restaurant where I wasn’t disappointed. I hadn’t been in belize that long but I had enjoyed it so much and was pleased I had made the effort. I knew I could have well on my way to Mexico city by now and had added about 1000 km to what I needed to but the pull of another country, visiting Yang and Kathy and returning home for christmas was worth the extra effort.
Friday 7th December
After my rainy day off and struggling with the internet it was time to ride the last 40 miles of Belize and into my 37th country Mexico. The owners were lovely bringing me coffee and a pastry to my room.
Before I left I found the internet was great so tried to make the most of the opportunity and get a little more work done. I knew I had a little time as the road was flat and shouldn’t take to long to get to the border. I set off around 10.30am leaving the town to the north and making ok progress.
Thinking I should make the border by 2pm I stopped a couple times to have a short break before pushing on not really knowing how fast it would take to get through.
I reached the Belize border and once I had paid the $20 exit tax I was stamped out and headed for the bridge where I crossed into Mexico. With the Mexican military guarding the bridge and the next mile with high walls and razor wire this country felt different and more threatening.
After about five minutes I came out from the high walled corridor and reached my next border control. After filling in some papers I was stamped in to Mexico but wasn’t allowed to ride on the road. They told me I had to go back the way I had come then go around. Knowing how far it was and how close it was to the next junction I pleaded with them to let me ride the 400 metres to the junction.
With no give I headed back and crossed the bridge and found the roundabout to re-enter Mexico over a different bridge. Needing to go through passport control again was annoying but the staff were really nice. Once through I was now free to head to the junction and east to Chetumal and the last bit I would cycle for a few weeks.
Being just 10 miles away and still early I headed to town and went to find a place to internet. Spotting a McDonald’s I went in grabbed some food and tried to contact Nader my host for the night. With no reply I headed into town and spotted a police car. It had been the second time I had used the police and they as others were kind and offered to help. After checking the address and seeing he had only put in the area and not the street name they offered to call him and finally got hold of him. Nader offered to meet me at the firestation and so I waited for about 10 minutes before he arrived.
Nadar at his favourite coffee shop
He was such a nice guy and offered to take me for coffee on the sea front. Although we couldn’t see the sea it was great to chat and meet a few of his friends. After a while chatting we headed back to unload Dolly who was now in holiday mode and went inside to meet Nader’s wife. I was made to feel at home and left to do what I needed while Alisha made us dinner. Nader was a keen Xbox player and often played games over the internet with his brothers. With time to spare and needing to sort what I was taking and leaving behind I went through my things which felt great. All I could hear was him laughing and shouting at the screen which made me laugh. He was constantly sorry for being on the computer where I would be sleeping but I was now on holiday and it didn’t matter one bit. He could make as much noise as he wanted, it was just great to see him having fun.
Its strange how ones perception of a country and stop one form going and thats how I had felt about Belize. Why or what gave me that I don’t know but I was pleased I went to find out. The statistics for deaths in Belize is somewhat misleading as almost all the population live in Belize city leaving the rest of the country either farmland or jungle. Having only scratched the surface on what there is to see with endless islands, untouched reef, deep jungle and cave systems it is defiantly somewhere to come back to. If your unsure about Central America and speaking Spanish then Belize is a good place to go. You can travel easily from the city to anywhere in the country within a few hours and be sat on a white sandy Caribbean beach asking for another beer in English.
For me it was time to leave and head to Cancun to meet Kathy who was flying over from Barbados. I was so excited about her coming out and she was excited about coming to Cuba with me. With the plan to visit Yang in Havana then look around at some sights it would give me chance to relax and enjoy some time off the bike ready for my next big push north.
Thanks for reading xx
Currency:Approx £1=2.9/ 1US=2 Belize dollar
Number of days in country: 8
Total distance cycled: 247miles / 397km
Running Distance total: 28,512mls /45,878 km
Total altitude gain: 1,501metres –
Running Altitude total: 448,511metres
Altitude gain per mile: 6.07 metres/mile
Totals from Ushuaia Southern tip of Argentina/ South America
12,619 miles/ 20,304 km, total alt gain 254,707 metres