Imagine this: Being the only white faces amongst two thousand revelers who were celebrating the life of a deceased relative, in accordance to the cultural norms totally foreign to your own We were coming to the end of our time in Belize, but not before we had two nights in a town called Dangriga, which […]
Imagine this: Lying on the deck of a catamaran, surrounded by warm tropical seas. Dolphins are swimming next to the boat. Your days are spent sunbaking, eating, drinking and snorkeling the coral reefs. Many people asked me how and why I chose Belize, of all places, to come to before Yoav and Samantha’s wedding. The
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Of course, our transport from Cristo Rey to the ferry dock arrived on time. Likewise, the ferry to Caye Caulker was organized and on time. Our luggage was taken from us at the entrance to the dock in exchange for a luggage ticket and we received it back from a store-house window upon arrival to
Imagine this: A hammock on a patio surrounded by jungle, overlooking a river 50 metres away. There’s a fat old man weighing the hammock down, but he doesn’t care. Peering through his binoculars he’s trying to find toucans, macaws, kinkajous (a sort of jungle racoon), tapirs or howler monkeys. He is so relaxed, so immersed,
It all starts with a wedding. Which is a very good place to start. Specifically, our youngest son Yoav was getting married in Guadalajara, Mexico in May, so if we were going to come all the way from Israel to Central West Mexico, we may as well explore somewhere else. Belize seemed to tick all
Day 5 Leaving One of the biggest bummers of travelling is, well, the travelling. I mean the mucking around in actually getting to the place you want to go to. We were smart/lucky that on this short trip, rather than burning a day at each end, we had early flights to get to Greece and
Day 4 Coasting It was time to hit the Corinthian coast. As is the way, it is rare for us to travel from A to B directly, usually stopping off at X, Y or Z along the way. Today we stopped off at Desfina before getting to the coast. The Greek villages that we had
Yoni and Mark awoke in quite distressing fashion, with many small but angry looking red bites all over their arms and upper body. It appears that their beds had bedbugs. Mark’s was much worse than Yoni’s and he insisted on moving rooms. The bites didn’t destroy their holiday, but it’s definitely not pleasant to wake
Yoni, our Grand Pubah, had a change of plans in the morning, deciding that an hour and a half’s journey to our first stop was too far, especially since we had a specific time booked for George our guide for the tour of Delphi. I applaud his flexibility. So we had an earlier than planned