Knowing I was going to be slightly embarrassed going back through Belize customs, I got up early, went to immigration to get my exit stamp, went over to get my water taxi ticket, then went for a walk around town. My Guatemalan facilitator from yesterday looked at me like I had two heads, as in, who the hell would come to spend one night in Puerto Barrios at a fleabag motel, only to turn right around and go back. Never the less, with head held high I walked with knapsack on back right up to the boat to take my place.The word overloaded would be am understatement. It was jammed packed with people and goods, to what I am guessing is 200% of the recommended allowable weight. And we were heading out on the Bay of Honduras for an hour drive. I had visions of being in an article in the newspaper the next day, about the tragic sinking of a water taxi bound for Belize. The boat was riding low, and had so littl room to move the second mate had to stand on the edge the entire hour. The good news was the sea was relatively calm, AND WE MADE IT SAFELY.
Getting back through customs was a lot easier than I had imagined, though he did say " back already". I figured with the eight hour turnaround I would be searched for drugs, cause it even seemed suspicious to me. Just tell the truth, and it shall set you free " I lost my debit card". I got right off the boat and went to Tropic Air and made a reservation to get from Punta Gorda to Ambergris Caye, as there was no day long bus ride in the cards for me.
The flight was a series of puddle jumps of ten to fifteen minutes from Punta Gorda to Placentia to Dangriga to Belize International to Belize Municipal to Caye Caulker to San Pedro. It was a new, clean, comfortable plane that seated twelve and the flight was thoroughly enjoyable. It was my first time on a puddle jumper and I would do it again in a second.
I got back to San Pedro and went right over to my old haunt the Conch Shell Inn. Two nights here then on to Tulum and Playa del Carmen.
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