“The Boys Are Back in Town” (Part two) in San Pedro, Ambergris Caye, Belize.


I was so overcome with excitement yesterday with the re-opening of Estel’s Dine By the Sea that I failed to notice all of the changes that have been made during the one month closure. Funny what happens when you get excited, isn’t it!

I just sensed that there were things that were different that I just didn’t pick up on so I just had to go back there today. Feeble excuse? Maybe. Or maybe I’m not as stupid as I look!

I was right though. They’ve changed the seating arrangements -both inside and out- and it’s a tremendous improvement in my opinion. The wooden tables that were on the patio area have been moved inside

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and have been replaced on the patio with a row of four-seater tables.

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We (Rose actually – yes it’s true- came for breakfast with me. Well, she didn’t have breakfast but did have a coffee) hadn’t been sitting there long when Charles came to our table.

“What size are you?” he exclaimed.

“Small, but perfectly formed” I replied. ” Why?”

” You need one of our new design “T” shirts” he told me.

And he was right, I did. And they’re great.

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Pretty stylish eh!

And Rose got the long-sleeved version.

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Now how long will it be before it “finds” it’s way to one of my drawers!

To save you the effort of looking for yesterday’s edition (I’m all heart) I’ve reproduced it below :

For the last thirty days (Tuesdays excepted) I’ve been like a boat without a rudder. Fred Astaire without Ginger Rogers. Laurel without Hardy. Napoleon without Joséphine. Morecambe without Wise (for non UK readers they were a famous double comedy act ). Debbie without Dallas. Think I’ve started to lose the thread but I think you get the idea of the condition I found myself in.

What could cause such a state of mind you’re thinking. Did the rainwater collection tank under the house run dry? Did Rose see sense and leave me? No, nothing as trivial as that! Estel’s Dine By the Sea has been shut so that the owners and staff could all take a well earned break (now that little comment has got to be worth a couple of extra rashers of bacon).

I found other places to have breakfast during the closure. Obviously I did. I mean it’s not like were not spoilt for choice here and they’re all very good in their own way but…

I’ve still been enjoying my early morning “me time” out on the veranda -yep, the western, lagoon facing one on the first floor – with a mug (or two) of black, sugarless, coffee, the iPad and Ziggy but it just wasn’t the same. Something was missing.

They say (well I’m pretty certain someone did) that the older you get the quicker time passes. And it does, I’m sure it does. The two week holiday that’s over before you know it. You know the feeling. But this thirty day abstinence has dragged to the extent that it’s seemed like an eternity (OK I may be over-egging it a bit but I want you to understand and feel the graveness of the situation. Are you feeling it? Good, I’ll continue then).

This morning though I got my equilibrium back. Estel’s reopened and in honour of this momentous occasion I needed something special to wear. No not a tuxedo but something far more classy and fitting, my honorary Estel’s ‘T’ shirt. The decision made itself!

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Awarded to me for outstanding loyalty! Jealous? You should be!

I was tempted, sorely tempted to be there when the doors opened at 06.00 hours but I showed amazing levels of self control and didn’t set off from home until 06.30 hours. Impressed? Of course you are.

As I pulled in to my usual parking spot in Buccaneer Street I saw what I had been waiting for. I should add that my ambitions, wants and needs are so much less than they used to be. But I’m happy with this.

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I strode purposely across the road, entered Estel’s and found myself a table (very easy to do at that time of the morning) and reacquainted myself with familiar sights.

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But something was different. What was it? And then it “hit” me. They’d freshened up the murals above the northern and southern beachfront entrances.

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Northern entrance.

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Southern entrance. I’ve only described it as an entrance because once you’re there you (well I can’t speak for you ,so me) don’t want to leave!

Check out the new artwork on the toilet doors too.

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Neat eh. No excuse for being confused now!
I’d only been sitting there a few minutes when my mug (the third of the morning) of caffeine arrived.

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“Thanks Sam. I’ve missed you”.

And then it arrived.

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“Come to Daddy!”

Sam meanwhile assumed photographer duties for some backpackers that were heading off to Mexico.

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What about Charles, you’re thinking. Don’t worry he was inside.

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“Not considering price increases Charles, are you?”

I’ve not been sitting around waiting for Estel’s to reopen and I’ve got quite a lot to tell you about in future editions but for today I’m just so pleased that the boys are back in town.

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The headline for today’s (long awaited) edition is based on the single released in 1976 by Thin Lizzy which reached number eight in the UK Singles Chart and number twelve in the US Billboard Hot 100.

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