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Ten images to make you fall in love with Ambergris Caye all over again

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Everything looks better when framed between two palm trees. That is my photo tip for the day. Notice how glass-like the water is today, as if you could walk on it.
Everything looks better when framed between two palm trees. That is my photo tip for the day. Notice how glass-like the water is today, as if you could walk on it. I should be on it — of beneath it — instead of talking about it. Darn you, “Moncho’s 59.”

I spent this morning walking home from San Pedro. And it took hours. I meandered. I poked. I explored. I dawdled. It felt like walking home from grade school all over again, and that is a good feeling.

I walked because I wanted to but the main reason is that a misbehaving “Moncho’s 59” is scaring the bejesus out of people. Our golf cart has taken to backfiring — and not those cute little “Chitty Chitty Bang Bang” burps and belches.

When “Moncho’s 59” backfires it sounds like a Crips and Bloods cross-fire. More than one person has headed for the ground with their head covered. Plus it is stalling at the most inopportune times, like when I’ve backed out into traffic and have three seconds to hit forward before the next cart rams me from behind. Read the rest of this entry »

Doing stuff we haven’t done before, Part 2: What’s SUP!

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On the edge of the great Belize reef on stand-up paddleboards, the crew takes a breather before the sprint back to home base at Chuck & Robbie's dive shop where BIGSUP Belize operates.
On the edge of the great Belize reef on stand-up paddleboards, the crew takes a breather before the sprint back to home base at Chuck & Robbie’s dive shop where BIGSUP Belize operates.

There have been better days than last Friday to go stand-up paddling for the first time on Ambergris Caye.

For one, the four previous days, which were marked by still air and a glossy flat sea. Cutting through that water would have been like cutting through soft butter. And just as slick, quick and greasy.

Friday’s weather was, um, challenging. Imagine you are a feather floating atop lovely blue-green water and you are trying to get to the other side of the bowl, where your true love (another feather, of course) awaits. Read the rest of this entry »