Caye Caulker is dreamy. What’s not to love about a postage stamp sized Caribbean island, crammed with swaying palm trees, pastel weatherboard houses and surrounded by crystal clear turquoise water? Oh and the food? Delicious. The locals? Charming with amazing accents.
And we weren’t even going to go there.
But we did! We bus hopped down from Chetumal, Mexico, spent a night in Belize City and then got a ferry to the island.
We spent our first afternoon wandering around the island:
Sampling the local Caribbean food:
And the local beer:
While observing the island mantra:
After an unremarkable sunset it was early to bed.
And early to rise the net morning. We set out to explore before everyone else woke up.
A few locals were already out and about.
This area is called The Split, where the island divides in two thanks to some manmade dredging in the 1960s (and not from Hurricane Hattie in ’61, as some people will tell you). The Split is where everyone hangs out during the day in lieu of a beaches, which the island sadly lacks. Hurricanes have washed away the beaches over the years but the island is in the process of reclaiming land and creating beaches.
After our walk we settled in for some caffeine at Ice’n’Beans.
That afternoon we sampled some stuffed Fry Jacks, a Belize favourite.
It’s basically fried dough stuffed with something delicious.
You might want to balance it out with something a bit healthier.
That afternoon we relaxed at the Split until the clouds rolled in.