Yesterday morning I was up around 05.15 hours and my early morning routine took on a change. Not straight in to the kitchen to get the coffee going, oh no. The first ‘job’ of the day was to let Ziggy in.
When Rose and I told Frank that we would have Ziggy whilst he (Frank that is) returned to the UK for a month it was on the basis/condition that Ziggy would sleepoutside of the house. He could come in to the house during our waking hours but there would be ‘no go’ areas such as the kitchen, our bedroom, the sofa and chairs.
With Ziggy ‘in’ I then concentrated (who am I kidding? I mean how much concentration is required to make a mug of black instant coffee!) my needs. With the coffee and my iPad Ziggy and I then enjoyed some quality time (I’m sure that he would describe it that way) on the veranda for around an hour when I thought it was time for him to have his first experience of the Caribbean Sea.
So with Ziggy on his lead and the plastic bag in my pocket (told you in the previous edition that I have been allocated poop scooping duties) we headed out of the front gate and across the road to the beach and the Caribbean Sea.
And then it was time for Ziggy to get acquainted with the Caribbean Sea.
“Good boy Ziggy”.
After around forty minutes frolicking around (Ziggy that is, not me) we headed back home so that we could sit down and watch Arsenal stroll to a three goal win against Hull City. Ziggy was absolutely amazed by the skill and finesse shown by the Arsenal players. Three Arsenal fans in the house now. The fan base just went up by fifty percent!
Feeling quite happy with ourselves it was time for breakfast. Bacon sandwiches for Rose and I and chicken (well. It was Sunday) and biscuits for Ziggy.
With breakfast out of the way Rose and I then headed off to catch the 11.30 hours water taxi to Caye Caulker to meet up with most of the BATSUB guys for Ian’s farewell bash.
Queuing for our taxi.
The journey over was uneventful – a crowded boat but we expected that, it’s Easter after all – until we were around two miles from Caye Caulker when the boat reduced speed to snail’s pace. We continued to crawl along until a boat pulled alongside us and I thought briefly that we were going to be boarded by pirates. No, nothing that sinister. It was a relief boat sent to pick the Caye Caulker passengers ie us. Belize City passengers remained on the boat because the engines would be able to cope with the reduced weight.
Safely on board the ‘rescue’ boat and heading to Caye Caulker.
Once we’d landed we headed down a very busy Front Street to meet up with the guys at the Lazy Lizard. With the sandy road beneath our feet it was like walking on sunshine (no groaning now).
Busy front street.
And busy street food vendor stands.
Caye Caulker Sailing Club fund raiser. “Anyone seen Harvey?”.
We hadn’t walked too far down Front Street when we saw Ian walking towards us. They’d been at the Lazy Lizard since 10.30 hours. They’d had their swim and they’d had a few (bit of an understatement really) beers and were now ready for somewhere a little less busy and crowded. So we headed in to Bambooze
Nicely laid out bar with cute (did I really just use that word) hanging seats at the bar.
Given Ian’s impending return to the UK we all tried very hard to get him to try the third drink listed on the Special Drinks’ board
Seemed kinda apt!
Try as we did though we just couldn’t get Ian to go for it. Obviously not drunk enough so we headed to the next bar, the Barrier Reef Sports Bar & Grill. Well, I mean we had to, everyone but everyone goes there.
After a few beers it was time for the camera to come out!
The BATSUB ‘boys’. From left to right: Ian, Todd, “Geordie”, Nanda and Sean.
After a few more beers (whose counting) we decided to head off in to the interior (that’s how one of them described it – you would have thought we were going for jungle training and not just a beer. But then again, they treat beer seriously. And a I mean seriously).
STOP PRESS (forgot to include this in the first edition)
Before we left though I had the real pleasure of meeting Melissa and her family. I didn’t get Melissa’s surname but she is a reader of my blog and took up my invitation of a few editions ago to introduce herself. Great to meet you Melissa and good luck with your plans to build a house on Caye Caulker.
Our next point of call was Ronnie’s Blues, Booze & BBQ
Which has a spacious and colourful interior
and a somewhat quirky exterior seating area.
Ian admiring (well we think he was admiring it) the Belikin koozie that Rose had given him as a farewell memento of his time in Belize.
Two beers later it was time to head off
to the next ‘watering hole’ , Rose’s (where else could we go!) Grill & Bar
It’s a nicely laid out bar with lots of space between the tables. And well appointed and very clean toilets (restrooms ???) for non UK readers). We didn’t eat there but what we saw and smelt was delish (what’s happening to me?). Er, delicious I mean.
If only this was a scratch and sniff photo!
All too soon it was time for Rose and I to say our goodbyes and catch the 16.00 hours boat to San Pedro. After the trauma (well it was for Rose) of the outbound journey we were looking forward to a trouble free return. But no, we hadn’t been on the boat for more than a few minutes when an official looking guy in uniform (I think he may have been from the Belize Port Authority) boarded the boat and instructed all passengers to grab a life jacket and hold it to our chests.
Fortunately the journey home passed without further incident and, I’m really pleased to ‘say’, the jackets didn’t get wet! But it looks like we had a really close shave because when we got home we found that the dock that we had queued on for our water taxi home partially collapsed just an hour after we had left Caye Caulker.
The headline (courtesy of Patty) for today’s edition is based on the single released in 1985 by Katrina and the Waves which reached number nine in the US Billboard Hot 100 and number eight in the UK Singles Chart.