I’m flat on my back in water that is just deep enough to cover my ears and muffle the sounds of friends who are happily chatting just a few feet way.
The water is a gloriously comfortable temperature. The sky above is a radiant blue with just enough fluffy bits of cloud to add interest but my eyes are closed, letting the gentle heat of the sun sink deep into the frontal lobe and warm it up like bacon.
Two thoughts are floating through my brain:
1. This is a Monday afternoon. Incredible.
2. If I stay like this long enough, can I grow gills through my ears and never have to get up?
We are on the western side of Ambergris Caye, just a few minutes north of that ghost town of ambition and artist concept drawings, Grand Belizean Estates. While this elbow-to-elbow plot development sits in economic remission, it has become a popular place to spend the day with family and friends. No beach, but the white sand beneath the shallow water extends out as far as you can walk.
More of the same where we went yesterday afternoon. The spot is called Sand Bar, appropriately enough. It is just a squiggly spit of sand that rises above the water level and creates a beach out in the middle of the Caribbean Sea. As is often the case, Jackie and Adam from Casa Piccaso restaurant were the instigators on one of their rare days off..
“Want to try some place different? We all chip in and go.” Easy as that. We’re in! Rebecca Coutant of San Pedro Scoop was with us too and here is her report! When two bloggers are invited along, you get a well-covered excursion!
If you keep walking west you’ll reach the mid-point of Blackadore Caye, popularly known as Leonardo DiCaprio’s island. I think we decided you could walk to the island but it might take all day. And besides, Leo isn’t there. It’s an investment.
But who needs Blackamore when you have Sand Bar?
Our friend and captain Carl Sawazo of Imagine Belize Tours glided his boat, The Newt, right up on to the bar and within minutes there were nine of us kind of lolling around not far from where the pelicans and pipers and a mix of shore birds had been before. Out came the snacks and drinks and the rest of the afternoon was a study in still lifes. Only glossed in sunblock.
No beach chairs, no Frisbees, no sand buckets and shovels — just a happy, hard-working group of people who were lucky enough to get a Monday afternoon off.
No trip to the Sand Bar is complete without a stop at the Barrel Bar on the backside of San Pedro to watch the sunset. The place looks rough and rugged but it is filled with character and characters — and all of them friendly. A very welcoming spot, off the well-beaten tourist path.
And that’s about all I can say. I’ll let the pictures do the talking.