Belize is a great place exploring caves. And I had not received enough punishment the day before when I swam instead of tubing through a set of caves the day before. I was ready for the next challenge: Actun Tunichil Muknal, dubbed The “ATM cave” about 45 minutes from San Ignacio. My lovely tour guide actually ended up driving me to San Ignacio, so I thanked him by buying him dinner at a street side BBQ stand. He then dropped me off at the cutest little colonial guesthous

Belize is known for its abundant limestone caves; formations that are a continuation of the systems also found in Guatemala. One of the methods for exploring these caves that Belize is marketing primarily to cruise ship passengers is floating through them in the safety of an inner tube. Cave Tubing: it’s what all the cool people are doing! Did I want to be one of the cool people? Hells yeah, I did! However, as cool as they are- I did NOT want to share this unique experie

There are several reefs on Caye Caulker that are just too shallow to dive, so they make great snorkeling spots for a diver like me. Plus I had heard rave reviews of a particular spot known as Shark and Ray Alley in the Hol Chan Marine Reserve, where nurse sharks and stingrays congregate everyday around lunchtime because fishermen have been feeding them for years. I’m not sure how I feel about feeding the fish and making them dependent on humans. I also don’t know how I fee

When Madonna sang “Last night, I dreamt of San Pedro” in the late eighties, she was referring to the town of San Pedro on the island of Ambergris Caye off the coast of Northern Belize. After having enjoyed two incredible days of diving on Caye Caulker, I decided to head over to San Pedro, rent a bike, and see just how Bonita La Isla was. I went with my new British Pal Susie who has a very strong head on her shoulders, a wicked sense of humor and an equally vibrant sense of

If Caye Caulker were any more laid back time would pass in reverse. Streets are made with sand, there are no cars, and locals sit outside their shops and stalls passing the day by chatting with each other and the tourists as they stroll by, grooving to their Garifuna reggae beat. The men seem to enjoy direct and often suggestive comments/questions, undeterred each day by the fact that you’ve ignored them the previous ten times you’ve passed. “Whatcha doin’ girl? D’ya wanna

I had heard mixed reviews from people who had dived The Blue Hole, the dive site made famous by Jacques Cousteau. An ancient cenote that was filled in by ocean that plummets over 450 feet to the ocean floor: a giant hole a quarter of a mile across in the reef, a massive underwater cave. Some said that it was the best dive of their lives. Others said it was nothing special: so dark that you could barely see anything and not much in the way of sea life. And another who descr