Kilometers Traveled – 339
Hours in Car with Children – 5
Unscheduled Potty Breaks – 1
Belikins Consumed – 0
Current Location – Home again
Wireless Internet -  Yes.

I must have some good kharma due to me because I awoke without any sign of a hangover and feeling rather well. We sat and had coffee and conversation with Ron, the owner of Popeye’s Hotel, who has been on Caulker for 32 years and is a wealth of knowledge.  He is a former pilot who also works as a TropicAir agent and books tours on the mainland and around the Cayes. I get the feeling he is the busiest guy on the whole island!
Rob returned the golf cart and met us at the pier to catch the early water taxi back to San Pedro. We were all a little tense, anticipating another wet voyage.

View from the pier back to Popeye's Hotel (hidden somewhat behind the palm trees) and beachfront bar.

Morning on Caye Caulker.

Tina's Backpackers' Hostel and new Anxilliou Suites. (I read Tina's Bog)

Ready for the trip back.

The water taxi to Belize City - crowded but reasonable.

Getting stuffed in like sardines.

Although the boat was packed again, the ride back to Ambergris was dry and uneventful, thank goodness. We hustled back to the villa to clean up, pack and meet up with the Tacos and friends at Estel's for a farewell breakfast. Fellow message boarder, travelqueen, was leaving on an earlier flight but it was nice to be able to meet her briefly before her departure.

Paul, Laurie, Carole, Dick, Carole's mom, Birdie, Rob and Cole. Travelqueen missed the photo opp - sorry Shannon.

The Tacos and the Kinnons.

Birdie and Mommy - a self-portrait.

Cole enjoying the ride.

Goodbye San Pedro.

Our transport operator, Henry Menzies, met us as planned at the air field and brought us to our car which we had stored in a secure lot at Caribbean Villas. Cost for transport, $5.00 BZ, cost for vehicle storage $5.00 BZ per day. Very reasonable in my opinion. We all piled in, somewhat reluctantly, bid goodbye to Belize and started off on the last leg of the adventure: the drive home to Playa del Carmen.

The process to leave Belize is "interesting". As I am certain that our experience was "unusual" I don't think I can post it publicly. I would be happy to re-tell it to anyone interested via email. 'Nuf said.

Crossing the bridge back into Mexico. Bienvenidos!

Military ships at the border.

The zocalo in Bacalar.

The Fort of San Filipe Bacalar overlooking the lake.

We reached Bacalar at about 3:30 and decided to stop in for lunch. During our last trip to this area, we discovered a fun place right on the shore which served food and drinks all day, everyday. This place is a real hot-spot on Sundays, the Mexican day of rest, with dozens of families gathering to relax, eat and take advantage of the cool water and hot sun. They have a long, spacious dock that stretches well past the mucky lake bottom near the shore to the sand. Perfect for sunning and jumping off into the lake. They also rent kayaks and jetskiis. Fun for the whole family!

I have never figured out the name of this place. It is easy to find, located on the lake just below the old fort in the middle of town.

None of my pictures do justice to the colors and the beauty of Laguna Bacalar.

My little Magellans.

Fresh Pulpo Ceviche.

Hot Sopa de Mariscos.

We completed the drive home easily and in relative silence, each one of us reflecting back on our travels and the people who helped make our trip so special. Rather than being assuaged, our sense of wanderlust has been dusted off and refreshed. We look forward to planning our next big adventure and look to find the small one's, in our everyday lives, that too often go undone. Thank you Belize. We shall return.