“If you do not change directions, you may end up where you’re heading.”  -Lao Tzu

After crossing the Mexican border into Belize, which consisted of a line-up on the wharf (complete with a dog sniffing all our stuff, my bag was apparently suspicious and pulled apart – must have been all the hard drugs I brought along in case I got bored), we hopped on a boat to Caye Caulker. We stayed one week on this small island in a dilapidated shack on the beach; it was wonderful! We slept in late and adjusted to life at our own slow pace. Every day we took a walk or a swim, meditated or did yoga, and one night even took in a movie (or two) at an outdoor cinema. We grabbed a spot on the sand and watched pirated films with a nice cold beer. We met a nice (if not a bit eccentric German-American) looking to buy real estate and tagged along ostensibly to look at property. We got a nice boat ride out of the deal and saw the other side of the island.

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After mustering up the motivation to move on, we headed for San Ignacio which is close to the Western border with Guatemala. We spent a couple nights in town which were a bit uninspiring and decided to head out further to a place called the Trek Stop – which had medicinal plants, a butterfly garden and Mayan ruins – as well as $5 camping. We spent a few nights breaking in our new tent, made friends with a stray dog that we nicknamed Red Fox (don’t ask) and stared at thousands of spiders’ eyes glowing in the night whenever we used our headlamp. We picked a spot in a clearing by ourselves which was really beautiful in the day, but a bit eerie at night. And late at night we could listen to Tino (the friendly proprietor) and his friends’ jam sessions on traditional wooden xylophones.

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We walked to a smaller village for provisions and checked out some Mayan Ruins at Xunantunich, which was really peaceful all except for the shrieking howler monkeys, sounding more T-Rex than mammal. Then it was time to pack up and head on out.

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