Storm and sharks

‘Ahh Moses’, I said as I made up my mind. ‘I’m not comfortable with this. We’re going back to the island’.

Moses pulled his head up out of the water, looked around and nodded agreement, though he looked a little reluctant. Moses was our snorkelling guide and at the time we were about 250 metres off a tiny sand atoll known as the Silk Caye. Silk Caye was 26 kilometres from the mainland. We were on a snorkelling outing to Belize barrier reef.


Trouble brewing in paradise

I wasn’t comfortable because a rain squall which had been looming off in the distance all morning had finally caught up with us. Bright blue skies had turned grey. Balmy zephyrs had become a stiff wind and glassy waters had become choppy and rough. Ten minutes beforehand I had looked up from the coral and asked if the approaching weather would be a problem. Moses didn’t seem to think so but instead of floating serenely over the reef we were now being bounced along in a one to two-foot swell with the occasional gulp of water splashing down snorkels.

Moses may not have thought it was a problem, but it wasn’t Moses’ children swimming in the middle of the ocean with a storm breaking overhead. We started swimming back to the island. It was hard going into the waves which kept slapping us about the face and pushing us in the other direction. It was better just to keep your head down looking at the coral where the wind and rain just seemed to disappear.

Our beautiful beachfront cabana back on the mainland at Placencia seemed a long way off. Placencia is a sleepy little town, accessed via a drive down a narrow sandy strip of land on a road with more speed bumps than the highways of Jordan.

Our cabana was a kilometre out of town, overlooking a large bay. It sat just metres from the water’s edge. Palm trees swayed overhead in the steady breeze and water lapped gently at the shore. There was a hammock hanging from the veranda and two chairs positioned with views up the beach on to the ever-changing hues of the horizon.


Our cabana by the beach

The proprietors, Jacob and Tyrone, were super friendly and allowed us to use their paddle boards for free. Pleasant hours were spent paddling, swimming and clowning around in the calm waters between school work, reading books and writing blogs. The only downside was the world’s smallest sand-flies that munched us to pieces every time the wind dropped.


Blogging, reading and waiting schoolwork






Beautiful sunrises

Back out at sea, it took about twice as long to get back to the sandy Silk Caye as it had to swim away from it and without wishing to over dramatise the whole situation, I was relieved when we finally made the shallow sandy water where we could sit safely while the wind blew and the rain fell.


Relieved we made it back to the Caye

How quickly things can change. The squall blew for another 15 minutes before passing over completely and the clear sunny skies returned. The boat which had delivered us 26 kilometres offshore to the Silk Cayes was nowhere to be seen. It was off on a scuba expedition with some other customers. Pelicans and ospreys fishing in the waters surrounding the island kept us entertained along with scores of hermit crabs which scurried here there and everywhere.


Just a small hermit crab


An osprey with a fish

When the sun was shining Silk Caye was the very vision of a tropical paradise. It was worth going out just to splash around in the green and blue waters as they swished upon the sandy shore. The atoll was surrounded by coral except at one end where sand made a friendly path out into the waters.


Silk Caye


Arriving in paradise


So many awesome blues

On our first snorkel outing we circumnavigated the island taking about an hour to complete the lap. Amy has always been at home in water and this was no exception and Oliver surprised me with his ease and delight in exploring the underwater world.


The underwater world


Tricky family selfie


No smiling – it makes your mask leak


Looking closely at the reef


Healthy coral

My favourite fish was a vicious looking barracuda who watched us pass as it sat motionless. Emboldened by its seeming lack of concern at our presence I swum a little closer. It reacted by opening its mouth wide, sharp teeth flashing and angling toward me. I backed off and hurried to catch up with the others while it disappeared into the hazy void.

Our boat returned to pick us up a short while after the bad weather had cleared and took us another mile seaward before dropping anchor seemingly in the middle of nowhere. The crew indicated we ought to don our gear and jump overboard. We did and landed in relatively shallow water.

The bottom was covered in sea grass, like a marine paddock. Fingers of light reached down to make the scene shimmer and shine. No coral here… but sharks everywhere. There were at least ten of them in view as soon as we hit the water. The spot is a regular stopping point for local fisherman to clean their catch and the sharks linger and wait for the home delivered meals.

They were nurse sharks and totally harmless but if you’ve never swum with sharks before, as we have not, it is a thrill to be suddenly in their midst. Some were big (two to three metres) others were smaller and they all glided silently around us and back and forward around the boat floating above.

Amy swum up behind me straight after taking the plunge, enthralled but full of nerves. Nerves however quickly became superfluous. Curiosity arose to take its place. It seemed we all wanted to know how close we dared to get without tempting fate.

Amy and her underwater camera were in full flight and the rest of us were keen to be featured in a picture with a shark (or three). Several eagle rays and southern sting rays also joined the scene and just when our time was up and we were being summoned to return to the boat a hawksbill sea turtle swam along and we were granted an extra 10 or 15 minutes in which to enjoy his or her company.


Waiting for a snack


The only sharks that can sit still


Just swimming over some sharks


Eagle ray


Hawksbill turtle

Then, all too soon, it was over. We climbed back aboard our vessel and were whisked across the water back to Placencia. Another day done, another unforgettable experience.


The ride home



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Quit monkeying around

‘Hey you monkeys, quit monkeying around’, said Emma gazing up at two spider monkeys hanging from their tails high in the canopy of a forest in Guatemala and pushing each other around. Telling monkeys to quit monkeying around amuses me greatly. I love it and so I adopted it as my own and told every monkey we came upon after that to quit monkeying around, whether they were or not.


These ones wouldn’t quit

We went to Guatemala for a day, because we could. Because it was there and so were we. Because how many times in your life do you wake up and say to each other, ‘hey want to go to Guatemala?’. Because it was a whole other country. Because 24 countries in a year is better than 23 and because while Belize has lots of Mayan ruins, Guatemala has the biggest and best Mayan ruins of them all – Tikal.

I still took some convincing though. Nobody told us Belize would be as expensive as Europe. Why is Belize as expensive as Europe? I feel I can be forgiven for assuming we could spend two weeks in Belize within the constraints of our budget, but apparently not. Especially if you decide to go to Guatemala for a day. Ouch.

Emma and I sat down and had a heart to heart about it one morning while Amy and Oliver were working on a lesson in botany. I had been busily adding up the price of re-establishing life at home and trying to reconcile that with the cost of going to Guatemala. The two however were not entirely congruous so we concluded that on balance we’re still more into buying experiences than we are buying stuff. Our new car probably won’t have a sunroof and there’s a good chance that door in the back of the garage, that we have been talking about for ten years, will be talked about for ten more. And that’s ok.

Luke, who picked us up early the next morning to take us to the border explained why everything was expensive in Belize. According to Luke it’s because Belize produces almost nothing, imports almost everything and the government slaps close to a 100% import duty on everything that comes across the border. He did say the literacy rate of the children is 97% or something – one positive for the high taxes.

He also blamed the high cost of everything on the entrepreneurial Chinese who relocated from Hong Kong to Belize at the time the British yielded their rule of said province to China who know how to buy in bulk and are snapping up all the supermarkets and forcing everyone else out of business. Luke was a font of information that may or may not be true on almost everything you may or may not ever have wanted to know. He was also funny and engaging and it was easy just to sit back and listen to him talk.

Luke has three daughters himself and once a year he makes a trip to the US to buy a new car for his business. While he is there he buys a year’s supply of shampoo and conditioner and other assorted goods which he loads into the new car until it is bursting at the seams. On the way home, some of the goods may become inducements for the officials at the border crossing to significantly reduce his import duty. All par for the course for life in Central America one supposes.

We didn’t need to provide inducements to the Guatemalan border officials to get into Guatemala fortunately, although Luke left me with the impression war between Guatemala and Belize could break out any time and I was coming rapidly to the conclusion that I didn’t want to be anywhere near the border when the shooting started.

Guatemala lays claim to a much larger slice of Belize than Belize and the rest of the world concede. Luke thinks this is funny, even though Belize has a population of 375,000 and Guatemala 14 million. He’s pretty sure Britain’s got their back. Many of us used to think the US had our back too. I wonder if that’ll stick come next January. But I digress.

The border crossing went smoothly. I was only nervous when Carlos, our guide on the Guatemalan side who we had known for all of 20 seconds, disappeared with all our passports to get them stamped. ‘But, but, but…’ I blundered softly to myself as he vanished. Fortunately, he reappeared ten minutes later and all was well. A passport in the hand is worth everything when you visit random Central American countries on the brink of war (it’s not, but Luke spun a good yarn).

An hour’s drive through the Guatemalan countryside ensued. Guatemala is a wealthy country Carlos told us, for five percent of the population who have a strangle hold on all the major industries and power. Not so much for the rest. Look what that lead the US to do. But I digress again.

We soon arrived at Tikal, one of the mightiest cities of the ancient Mayans. Ancient Maya was not, as I would have thought, one cohesive society but rather a bunch of warring city states (a bit like the ancient Greeks). I’m not sure which king of Tikal it was that saw fit to immortalise themselves through monumental structures of stone but it is a time-honoured method of shoring up your power base. No wonder Donald Trump has big plans for US infrastructure. But there I go, digressing again.

We watched a documentary on the Mayans the night before we went to Tikal and learnt about one Mayan King, somewhere in modern day Mexico I think, who ascended to the throne when just twelve years of age under less than perfect claims of inheritance. He solved the problem by declaring his mum to be a deity thereby making him the son of a Goddess. Perfect! He probably also went on to build a bunch of big stuff using the labour of the population at large to prove that what he said was true. There’s a simplicity to it which both beggars’ belief and is infallible in its internal logic.

Still, Mayan architecture has stood the test of time and Tikal is proof of that. It is a vast city of stone slowly but steadily being reclaimed from beneath the thick cover of the jungle. There is a better than even chance that every hillock in this landscape is sitting atop a Mayan structure, waiting to be unearthed.


There is one under there waiting to be unearthed

It has an other worldly vibe to it which Steven Spielberg has known about for decades. In Episode IV of Star Wars the Millennium Falcon lands on Yavin 4, a jungly rainforest moon. It’s from here that the rebels commence their attack on the Death Star. That was filmed from the top of the unimaginatively named Temple IV, where we sat and soaked in the view with fifty of our closest friends. Carlos is fairly certain it will be closed to visitors in coming years as more and more people visit and the damage that does becomes too much to bear.


How it looked to us


How it looked in Star Wars Episode 4 – credit here


With some of our closest friends

We also visited the central plaza of the ancient city with its steep sided temples standing proud again after the jungle has been meticulously peeled away. A short distance from that we visited the ancient king’s bedroom. A tiny room of about four by three metres wide which confirmed my long held view that the lifestyle of the average Australian today far exceeds that of the kings of old. Relativity is everything when it comes to wealth.


The central plaza area


More of the central plaza


Walking through where the ‘nobles’ lived


The jungle just keeps growing over it


The King’s bedroom


This shows the scale


The stones below were to make offerings to the deities


See the temple in the background?

Toucans fluttered here and there as we explored and they had me enthralled in equal measure with the ruins. The locals call them flying bananas which I think is a little unfair. Their magnificence is just wildly erratic, that’s all. You couldn’t invent a beak like that and if you did nobody would ever believe you. A toucan has no right to credibility other than the fact that it exists.


The best picture (of at least 50)

I paid homage to the unlikely existence of the toucan by patiently snapping away at it to get a nice photo while the others relaxed in the shade of a tree and tried to drink enough water to replace that which was stolen away by the twenty-nine degrees of heat and nearly 100% humidity. There were other cool critters like the coatimundi (racoon relative) but we didn’t see the tarantula or boa constrictor that I had been hoping for, even if that was a long shot.


The coatimundi or coati for short

We crossed back into Belize as easily as we passed the other way only this time I was more relaxed. Carlos had won me over and the automatic machine guns on the shoulders of the officials remained slung behind backs rather than cocked and ready suggesting that armed conflict was not imminent.

Luke picked us up on the Belize side and no sooner had our seatbelts gone click than he started telling us all about the Central American immigrants that flood across the Belizean border using it as a transit to the USA because Belize is the only central American country with an open border with the US. I couldn’t vouch for any of it but it was fascinating nonetheless. He also thought Donald’s wall along the Mexican border was hilarious and that it would soon collapse under its own weight from all the holes that would be dug beneath it.

The next day Amy and Oliver were swinging from the rafters. Literally, swinging from the rafters, so we needed to get out and about again. In downtown San Ignacio we found just the thing, a course in chocolatiering. As you will no doubt be aware, the ancient Mayans were one of the first, if not the first, to discover the cocao bean and our host was of Mayan descent.



We tasted our way through the whole process starting with the raw fruit, followed by the fermented and then sun-dried beans. After that we crushed and ground beans on an old-school style grinding stone into a smooth paste. Honey and hot water were added along with chilli, cinnamon and nutmeg to make our very own hot chocolate. It was superb.


The place to go to learn about chocolate


Ready to crush



Nearly ready


Just a dash of local honey




Cheers to the Mayan chocolateirs

It wasn’t until 1800 and something that westerners started adding vast quantities of sugar to cacao to make the chocolate we all know and love. While the Belizean’s seem more than happy to export their crops for this purpose, they themselves suggested the cacao bean should be considered more akin to the coffee bean and enjoyed in its natural unsweetened state as their descendants did for thousands of years. As for me, sweetened or unsweetened, it’s all good.



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Humming and howling

Oooh a humming bird. I love hummingbirds and there was a humming bird humming just metres from our veranda, wings whizzing, body motionless, altitude precisely maintained. It was in the thick of a bunch of bright orange flowers, dipping its beak into the nectar like a pig in mud, only graceful and colourful (so nothing like a pig in mud).

I would have run for my camera, but I figured as it was there just as we arrived it must be there all the time. I’ll get it next time I thought to myself. The hummingbird was a resident of the Howler Monkey Resort at which we had just become guests, although resort is a bit of a stretch. More like six or seven ramshackle cottages in the jungle on a bend in the Belize River out where few other than locals venture.


The view from our cottage


From our cottage – the Belize River

How do we end up in such places? It was quiet. Really quiet. There were no other guests and as we had been picked up from the airport we had no transport. We’d booked in for three nights and I wondered what we were going to do? There was a dart board in the dining area. Maybe we could play darts…

We did play darts later that afternoon because it started raining, heavily. I cast my eyes around for the hummingbird as Oliver and I made our way to the dart board, but alas there were none to be seen. A post darts stroll through the grounds did however reveal many other jungle wonders.

There was an iguana perched in the branch of a tree just near our doorway, and another bigger and orange iguana perched higher in another tree across the river along with a troop of Howler monkeys. On the other side of the grounds I spotted a tapir scurrying back and forward through the scrub before a magnificent red headed woodpecker spun me back around the other way with its knock, knock, knocking on wood. Other birds too numerous and beyond me to name flitted here and there and leaf cutter ants scurried along their way carrying their oversize burden. Everywhere I looked there was something new to see.


Enjoying her frizzy post-plaits hairstyle


Woody woodpecker!


A smaller iguana, or maybe another kind of lizard?


Cool leaf cutter ants


Iguanas and howler monkeys!

The howler monkeys however are the stars of this show. If you’ve seen Jurassic Park then you’ve heard them in action. That ominous growling that you hear when the archaeologists arrive in Jurassic Park for the first time is howler monkeys.

They are abundant here, because the Howler Monkey Resort is part of the Community Baboon Sanctuary – a voluntary local landowner agreement covering a strip of high value Howler monkey habitat about 25 miles long and I don’t know how many miles wide. 90% of landowners have signed up, agreeing not to clear any more of their land and to keep providing habitat for the howlers.

Bravo we say! We like that and to show our support the next day we visited howler monkey HQ (the visitor centre) where we signed up spontaneously for a guided canoe trip down the Belize River. The proceeds of the exercise go to support the members of the sanctuary project. Just like the Howler Resort we were the only ones there and the fellow behind the desk looked frighted when we first wandered in. We weren’t off a cruise ship and I guess we just weren’t expected.

We sat outside and waited while phone calls were made and guides were rustled up. Two fellows arrived a short while later in what they laughingly referred to, in thick Caribbean accents, as their 2016 model Jeep. It was a Jeep, but a 2016 model it was not. It was a hunk of Belizean junk. Most Belizeans would call it a ‘whip’ they explained, code for crappy old car. ‘Next year…’ they said, ‘it will be a bucket’ or really crappy old car.


The whip

We drove a short way down a straight road. The steering wheel was 90 degrees off centre but fortunately this did not have the usual effect. Canoes were then unloaded before we were loaded into them and the swirls and eddies of the Belize River swept us away (like Marlow in Heart of Darkness).


Ready to go

It was a wildlife tour that left Emma and I longing for a trip to the Amazon. This was a very jungly jungle and for a little over an hour we were guided downstream while Robert and Cade pointed out curiosities too numerous to name but which included a crocodile, more howler monkeys, bats, colourful butterflies, toucans (super cool), orioles, ibis, egrets, great blue herrons, swallows, kingfishers and the most amazing, orange iguanas you’ll ever see.


A toucan!!


Enjoying the ride


Robert was excellent at spotting wildlife

The orange iguanas are actually Green iguanas, naturally, given the males are orange and the females are grey. Green, orange or grey, they were snazzy critters, like a tiger in a goanna’s body and sporting a super punk mohawk. They mostly seemed to hang out in the trees, often with the monkeys, although they were also to be spotted lazing about on the river edge.


This guy was about 2m long!


Nice reflection photo by Amy


Robert and Cade

Oliver, who was sharing my canoe kept saying ‘look a hummingbird’ when of course there was no hummingbird to be found and I fell for it. Sometimes that child is evil. Following another ride in the ‘whip’ we retired to the ‘resort’ where he tricked me again with another ‘look there’s the hummingbird’.

We went back to the Community Baboon Sanctuary again the next day, because there weren’t a lot of options and because their nature walk activity promised a close encounter with the howler monkeys which were little more than black lumps in the tree tops from our canoes. The same fellow at the desk who looked like he could scarcely believe we were there the day before repeated the performance and he still had no change to help facilitate settlement of the bill.

Robert soon showed up again with visiting relations in tow. No ride in the whip today though, just a short walk across the street and into the jungle where Robert sucked in an almighty breath of air, tensed himself from head to toe and let forth a cry for the ages, the cords in his neck straining taut beneath his skin and eyes bulging.

Almost instantly his bellow was returned with gusto from the forest. Although they couldn’t be seen, a troop of howler monkeys, for troop is apparently the relevant collective noun, was not too far off. We pushed on, only making it about another twenty steps when black shapes started descending from the canopy.

Robert disappeared to reappear a short while later with handfuls of coca leaves. As the monkeys climbed toward us, Robert directed Amy and Oliver, then Emma and I to stand beneath the vine upon which the monkeys clamoured. Claws pressed against our shoulders and arms as the howlers used us to get to Robert, leaving us grinning from ear to ear and me desperately trying to recall whether monkeys carry rabies and if so how we would remove ourselves from the situation without occasioning any biting or scratching.


Robert with a supply of coca leaves


Here it comes!!




Holding hands


Another photo by Amy




Are you talking to me?

We packed up the next morning having found plenty to do in the forest where there was seemingly so little to do. I headed out onto the veranda for that all important final sweep for forgotten items when a flutter off to the right drew my attention. It was the hummingbird. I called Emma in hushed tones, not daring to shift my gaze for fear that it would disappear the moment I looked away. Emma quietly handed me my camera which I pointed and snapped before it was gone and so were we.



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