I flew into Cancun on Saturday and was strolling about Caye Caulker less than 24 hours later. Even those first 24 hours presented adventures, the first of which was a food adventure that began as I wandered through downtown Cancun and saw this store front:
How could I pass up a resturant whose "secret is in the cheese"? I couldn't. But, I realized I needed to make some wise choices since I was about to embark on a 10 hour overnight Mexican bus ride. In this situation there are certain dietary rules that should be observed for the health and saftey of everyone on the bus:
1. Don't drink anything refilled from a used plastic bottle that is organized according to a magic marker letter on the lid.
2. Avoid fried food.
3. Don't eat any cheese that has been sitting out in the oppressive Mexican heat.
4. Under no circumstances should your lunch include mystery seafood empanadas.
It is probably clear to you, gentle reader, that I broke all of the rules. While #4 may not be immediately apparent, I assure you it was broken. For a moment I was a little concerned that I was going to spill all the secrets of this resturant on the Mexican night bus. Happily I did not.
Adventure number 2: There was a strung out elderly man who was unable to remove himself from the bathroom on the bus. I had to come to his rescue. That is all I have to say about that.
By 8am I had arrived in Belice and hopped on the water taxi to Caye Caulker. This sailboat greeted me as I stepped off the taxi.
Found the hostel a few blocks away, and Sara informed me that we were going on a boat ride...in ten minutes. A member of our group had negotiated a snorkling, spear fishing and line fishing adventure for $20 usd with a local named Benedict, who asked me to be his twelveteenth concurrent girlfriend. I responded in the only way I knew how: I sang Nelly Furtado's "I'm like a Bird" and walked away. I took this photo of him a bit later. 
He introduced the group to Captian Phillip. He lead the expedition. At 65, he had a rippling six pack, leather skin, a half dozen teeth and a creole-Spanish accent so thick that I couldn't understand a word he was saying. He didn't bother much with words anyhow.
His wife came along. She was a bit of a drunk who took more than a few swigs of Belizian rum through our journey. At one point she waved a fish in the air trying to feed a sea bird that was uninterested at best. The thing was that the two of the were madly, beautifully in love after many years of marriage. It was the beginning of many contrasts to come throughout Beliez.
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