We still had a few more days before we were due back in Antigua, but the weekends crowds had ruined the relaxing atmosphere of the beach side towns. It had only been a few days, but we already craved the cool tranquility of the mountains.
The day dawned clear and cool. We awoke to clear skies above our camp spot at the foot of the volcano. We could now tick: ☑ Watch one volcano erupt from the summit of another off our list. Ok. Technically there was no actual list. But if there were. That one would now have a big tick beside it.
Shivering, huddling in the tent as the nylon fabric buffets aggressively in the wind. Nibbling on a slice of cold, plastic-tasting faux cheese. Waiting for the icy rain to subside. Not exactly how I envisaged passing my birthday.
Close to the famous Tikal ruins in Guatemala lie the lesser-known Mayan site of Yaxhá. Despite being only 30km as the quetzal flies from its famous neighbour, the drive is a little longer. As a result far fewer tourists make the journey to explore these amazing ruins.
The weather became increasingly grey during our second visit to Belize. Nonetheless we found ourselves as in love with the country as we had been on the sunny beach side town of Sarteneja. But not Placencia. We still didn’t like that place.
Our previous trip to Belize was filled with islands, beaches and ancient ruins. Also some dead butterflies. What else could this magical country provide?
The crumbling, earthquake ravaged churches of Antigua are a photographer’s dream (and quite possibly a civil engineer’s nightmare). I wouldn’t go as far as calling myself a photographer, but I can categorically state I am not a civil engineer.
Belize it or not, we managed to avoid a pun in the title of our blog post about Belize. Of course, you’d Belize us now if we told you it was a legal requirement for all blog posts about Belize to contain at least three puns. Un-Beliezably we have already met that requirement in the first paragraph. You have to Belize me when I tell you I’m stopping with these puns.