Picture this:

"The breeze is comming off the Caribbean, making the palm trees sway. Your're on the beach, body tired from diving the Technicolor reef, swimming with Manta rays and all sorts of exotic fish. In front of You the water is crystal clear, turquoise like You've only seen it in tourist posters. The air is filling with the smell of grilled lobster from the barbecue down the beach. Somewhere in the distance somebody puts on another reggae cd. Some locals walk past, chattering in the soft patter of Kriol, recognizable but at the same time utterly foreign. Welcome to Belize!" (Lonely Planet)

I dette paradis skulle vi de naeste dage have vaeret paa 3 dages snorkeltur med sejlbaad ned langs revet til den sydlige ende af Belize. Desvaerre er turen aflyst p.g.a manglende tilslutning (den kostede ogsaa kassen). Saa nu tager vi turen med bus ned til dejlige lille Tobacco Caye midt ud i revet, hvor man fra stranden vader lige ud i Costeau's Technicolor Rev, hvis man da ikke driver den af i en haengekoeje.
Vi haaber der er plads paa et af oens 5 smaa lodges og at vi kan blive der nogle dage. Der er ingen internet adgang, saa vi skriver foerst igen, naar vi er "i land igen".