Caye Caulker LobsterFest
After an especially eventful week on Ambergris Caye, with the San Pedro LobsterFest, the weeklong feast of Saint Peter, a huge downtown fire, and a firetruck getting stuck in sand responding to another fire, what’s a bunch of blokes to do but grab a boat and cruise on over to the Caye Caulker LobsterFest on Sunday morning.
When you’ve got to get away, Caye Caulker is the place.
Yes, that does sound odd, when you live on a tropical island that thousands of people have marked on their calendars as their dream get-away spot. Even Paradise gets to be too much after a while.
So, Caye Caulker. A smaller, quieter, less-dirty version of Paradise. Read the rest of this entry »
Right around Lobsterfest time you wait, and wait, for the call.
“We’ve got a boat. Are you in?”
And you are happy. And of course you are in.
There is no better way to experience the Caye Caulker Lobsterfest than on a boat full of friends, on a Sunday, under clear blue skies.
No better way. Read the rest of this entry »
Our golf cart, old Moncho’s 59, has been found.
Yes, the cart that went missing last Saturday night, during Lobsterfest, has reappeared. A couple of blocks north of where it disappeared.
And, yes, it was locked.
With my lock. Read the rest of this entry »
We were idling a few hundred yards off Ambergris Caye late Sunday morning, passing out beers and waters from the cooler and pouring wine into little plastic cups.
The Newt rocked back and forth in the choppy, brilliant blue waters. Read the rest of this entry »