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My car arrives safely at Belmopan Airport after navigating more jungle roadways from Tikal in Guatemala. Belmopan is the capital city of Belize. It's a new and relatively unexciting place. The idea of Belmopan was initiated after 75% of the buildings in Belize City were wiped out by a hurricane, in 1961. It was deemed sensible to re-establish national buildings elsewhere. It's the smallest capital city in the continental Americas by population and the third-largest settlement in Belize, behind Belize City and San Ignacio.
From there I’m soon winging out to the largest of the Belize cayes - Ambergris. This popular caye once served as a hideaway for British ships waiting to attacking the Spanish Fleet during the 1600s. This would explain the many shipwrecks in the area.
The main town, San Pedro, is very American. The exchange rate in Belize is pegged at two Belizean dollars to every one USD and most places in the country will directly accept American currency. San Pedro is packed with people driving golf carts through streets thronging with tourists, dipping in and of out the many restaurants, cafes and bars. Not so long ago, it was a sleepy fishing village, only granted the status of a town in 1984. San Pedro's inhabitants are known as San Pedranos and most of them originally came from Mexico. The town claims that it was the inspiration for Madonna's song La Isla Bonita, which begins with the line "Last night I dreamt of San Pedro.'
My hotel is a very American self-catering apartment too. A couple, of nights there (rather too many loud families with children). Then I’m off to more peaceful climes, via a motor boat taxi.
Now, I have a cottage (casita) on the beach at Matachica, five miles north of San Pedro. It has a thatched roof and gaily tiled bathroom. Matachica boasts that its one of the top ten resorts in Central America. I even have my own personal hammock, to enjoy the sea views.
This is a blissful end to the trip. Snorkelling trips to tentatively stroke the rays in Sting Ray Alley (they tickle when they waft past) and marvel at the tropical fish. Pressganged into kayaking cautiously out to the local coral by some (fortunately) energetic fellow sunbathers, who don’t mind doing most of the paddling. Eating in the renowned Mambo restaurant - they ferry diners in every day from San Pedro. Lounging in the sun on the whitest of sand. And a massage or two.
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