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Belize - this is a country that anybody will find it hard not to fall in love with. <br /><br />Sorry its been a while, since I last wrote 10 days ago,we about to cross the border from Chetumal, Mexico into Belize. We actually decided to stay one more night after I wrote the previous blog as we didnt really fancy a night bus ride, so after a final selection of tacos for dinner, we were on the road the following morning for a whole new set of adventures in Belize....

Stormy Islands, Rastafarians and a day trip to Guatemala - You Better Belize It!!

Lucian Reed-Drake
2006-03-27 14:03:05

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a little tipsy I somehow got bribed to sing Three Little Birds by Bob Marley, a creditable rendition I hope more of less. Then the mic kept being pointed at me as I wailed in a very bad singing voice "Wild Thing" and "Born To Be Wild". By the reaction of the unfamiliar Belizean crowd to the latter song I knew my time was up despite the broken applause.

We realised the next morning we booked today for a mountain bike trip, sold to us as a "leisurely and relaxing day getting to know the area around Cayo" and a chance to see the archeological site, El Pilar. In fact, it turned out to be the most hardcore day of the whole holiday - 20 miles of cycling off road up and down steep hills and on jungle dirt tracks. Boiling sun on the way up, Dad and I trudged up the near vertical rocky hill (mostly off our bike) seeing only one car pass us. Then we followed it up by an hours hike in the dense jungle looking for Mayan ruins which were mostly buried under earth and bushes, as we were attacked continually by red ants and mozzies. We briefly caught a glimpse
of Guatemala from the jungle look-out (only 500 metres from the border). After our jungle walk, the attendant pulled a few coconuts down for us and we gulped down the refreshing juice, then it was off again by bike back to Cayo. At this point the afternoon torrent of rainstorm fell upon us as we descended and turned the dirt track into a slushy death trap. I came off his bike three times and earned myself some minor cuts and bruises as a souvenir of the day. This was 'adventure travel' at its finest!!!!!

Bruised, scraped, dirty and hungry, we gave back our bikes with a smile, and ensured we had booked ourselves on a day trip to Tikal in Guatemala, for the chance to see some impressive looking Mayan ruins set deep in the dense jungle.

Max's Tour group the next day met at his house for banana cakes and a cup of tea. The hiking team consisted of four Californians, ...