I was about 120km north of Punta Gorda, where I could take a boat to Puerto Barrios in Guatemala. It’d have been impossible to get there that day, as they leave either late morning, or early afternoon, so I figured I’d be camping just outside town to avoid the $10-15 hostel fee. I’d heard of a land crossing in the south, at Jalacte, but hadn’t been able to find information about it online. All I knew was that they were building a road to the border which wasn’t expected
Caye Caulker is a beautiful place with just a few small sand-covered streets to get you around. Tim, my host from Tulum, was in town with his brother and I’d spent my rest day hanging out with him while Alec was at work. Tim invited me to stay at his resort, but with the weather forecast saying I’d have a tailwind pushing me across to Belmopan and then the next day it should swing around to push me down to Dangriga. If I stayed for a day more, that’d be two days of headwinds.
My alarm went off at 4:30, and I was out of bed by 5, but still didn’t leave the house until just before 6. I was planning to head south, to the Mayan ruin of Lamanai and then beyond through roads varying from badly potholed to sandy beach so as to not double back. Mike loves to ride, but his mountain bike is out of action right now so he could only join me for the first few miles where there was some form of paving on the road. We made it to the next village and said our farewells, him
After a rest day hanging out with Paco and Nancy, it was finally time to leave Mexico for good. I’d crossed the border from the US just over a year earlier, unable to speak Spanish and not knowing much about the history of Mexico, while now I’m able to get by just fine with my Spanish and even use it to discuss things such as Porfirio Diaz, the dictator who was in power at the turn of the 20th century, and have seen a very large number of ruins.
Paco had offered to ride with me to the