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Heading Home
Around sunset the boat pulled up to the dock at Caye Caulker and I said goodbye to Holly and Angie, then I strolled down the lively main street, a hungry man in search of dinner. Instead of food, though, I found a small gaggle of my ProBelize crew, who had just arrived on the island after their tour of the Tikal ruins in Guatemala the previous day. We ate seafood at an outdoor restaurant, then bumped into some more ProBelize folks who were passing by – about a dozen were on the island from what they told me.
We swapped stories for a while, and then Tom said, “Oh, I have a present for you, Del.” From his daypack he pulled out a “ProBelize” t-shirt that Jonny had given to everyone the day before, the best souvenir I could’ve ever asked for.
After spending another night at blissful Picololo, I left Caye Caulker the next morning, catching a 9 a.m. turboprop flight for Belize City. Then from the Belize International Airport I boarded a jet bound for Houston. Late that evening I arrived back in Portland “tired but happy,” as they say, after a memorable week and a half in the tropics. What an amazing trip it had been, and one that I would never forget.
And that's the story of my trip to Central America, Belize it or not.
Above left: Sylvia, Sheila and Tom and I were eating dinner when Urban bumped into us. It's ProBelize, Caye Caulker style. Above right: Tom gave me my reward for a week (well, four days) of hard work.
Above left: The next morning, Tuesday, I headed back to North America. The first leg was a flight to Belize City. Above right: Caye Caulker is 45 minutes from the mainland by water taxi but only about 10 minutes by plane.
Above left: The happy tourist after 11 days in Belize. My work here was done. Above right: The International Airport in Belize City is the only international airport in the country. Over 90% of the tourists head straight out to the keys and never see the interior part of the country.
Above left: So long, Belize! Above right: And hello, Portland. As much as I enjoyed my trip to Belize, it was nice to be back home – because as Dorothy once said, there's no place quite like it.
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