Having already mentioned my delightful case of food poisoning in my previous post, I’ll refrain from re-telling the story and instead focus on a few snapshots I took around Caye Caulker during my remaining two days on the island. You’ll note that the photos are often a bit dark and gray. This is due to the large cold front which was rolling through the region.
Despite the gray clouds, slightly cooler weather and rain it was still enjoyable – though it was cool enough to merit a light jacket from time to time.
With a water bottle in hand and slightly pale tint to my complexion I meandered through the city pausing to take in the town’s small quirks and subtle beauty.
The good news was, though, that despite the weather – at least a few of the locals decided to hit the beach for a bit of sunbathing.
From there it was on towards the gap in the island where one of the most flavorful boats I’ve seen in a long time was tied up. After all, what boat is complete without “No War” painted on the side, a reclined, palm frond sun shade, and live baby palm trees growing along the deck?
From there it was down a small dock – where the local birds seemed to be relaxing watching their own version of island TV.
As the day wound to a close (and my appetite finally returned) I found the “World Famous Jolly Roger’s Grill” – only open in the evenings, Jolly Roger’s was set up in a roadside stand along the main drag. It consisted of a few beat up pick-nick tables, a small table for preparing food and the long grill pictured above.
My host – Roger – promised the best fresh grilled lobster in town at a great price. A bear of a man, he had a a friendly smile and boisterous voice as he called to passing travelers and locals alike – wishing them well and inviting them to pause for a meal.
As I sat, watching Roger and his wife prepare the meal, I enjoyed the soft sound of rain drops hitting the hut’s tin roof. The fresh smell of cooking food, fresh sea air and rain heavy in my nostrils I felt both refreshed and invigorated.
Curious about the meal? I’ll yield the floor to Jolly Roger himself and let him introduce dinner! Just click play and enjoy the video.
As I chatted and slowly worked my way through my dinner, rum punch and desert I was quickly joined by a gaggle of travelers as Roger’s quickly filled up. Several of which I knew – some of the girls from the night before, who were also booked on the Raggamuffin Sailing trip we’d be leaving on in the morning – while others were new friends, like a family who had met up with their daughter and were exploring Belize. We mixed, mingled and socialized for a a stretch before I found my way back to the hostel, pulled out one of C. Descry’s books and turned in for the evening.
Tomorrow promised to be a big day.