Afloat in Belize

The WPC this week is “Afloat,” so I decided to share my rather scary trip in an open boat just off the coast of San Pedro, Belize. Hubby is a keen scuba diver, and this is the only time I’ve accompanied him in the dive boat. The night before, he showed me the boat we’d be going out in, just to reassure me. It looked quite comfortable, and I agreed to go, thinking that I could sit under cover and read my Kindle whilst he was doing his thing under water.


When we arrived the following morning, it turned out that as the weather was so nice, we were actually going in this much smaller open boat, which was a bit out of my comfort zone.


As we zipped through the waves at great speed, the skies began to darken and it looked like a storm was brewing, but there was no going back now. By the time hubby and the other two divers left the boat, the rain was teeming down, and I could hear ominous sounds of  thunder.


The divers disappeared under the water, so then it was just the captain and I. As the rainfall got heavier, and the boat heaved and tossed in the waves, I got a really good soaking. I knew there was going to be no reading done that morning, so I stashed my bag in one of the lockers, and prepared for the long wait. I have to admit that I was rather apprehensive and not a little worried, as I’ve never been out at sea in such a small craft, and now as I look at the photos, I’m wondering why, as a non-swimmer I wasn’t wearing a life jacket. It obviously never occurred to anyone that it might be necessary.  Much to my relief, the storm passed, the rain stopped and the sun came out, just as hubby and his dive buddies reappeared.


I got my photo taken with ‘Jack Sparrow’ (you can see how drenched I was), and off we sped back to the shore. My hat blew off  on the way, and was afloat on the ocean waves, but the gallant captain insisted on chasing and retrieving it. It was quite an adventure, but one which I’m not sure I would want to repeat.


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Wash Day Paparazzi for the Clean Theme

Ailsa’s Travel Theme this week, is ‘Clean’, so I decided to air the clean laundry of complete strangers. Can someone please explain to me why I book my air ticket, pack my cases, brave the scary airport security, travel for thousands of miles to some exotic destination, only to end up taking photos of clothes hanging on wash lines? When I’m at home, I would never dream of photographing the neighbours’ smalls and not so smalls, dancing merrily in the breeze.

Early last year, we travelled to the coastal town of San Pedro in Belize. I do have pics of pelicans and boats etc, but I also have these. I think tumble driers must be very scarce here, but I’m sure the laundry smells much fresher, and the electricity bills are minimal.


I find that there’s something fascinating about laundry in foreign countries. How many bras does a woman need, and does Captain Jack Sparrow live here?


Maybe the people here all do their washing on the same day, as there was no shortage of clean laundry to take pics of.


This brightly painted house had very little on the wash line, but I thought the shrine would make a nice foreground.


I find there’s something quite irresistible about the laundry and palm tree combination on Ambergris Caye.


I wouldn’t have minded the loan of one of these wash lines for a day. I do love my clothes to be clean, and it’s really awkward trying to do laundry on holiday. Maybe that’s why I have to  take so many cases with me.


I hope you also enjoyed looking at Belizean washing. Did you find it more compelling than your own?

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WPC: A derelict object on the beach

My ‘Object’ for this week’s photo challenge, is an derelict old dugout which I saw on the beach in San Pedro, Belize. It had no plaque on it to tell me how old it was, or anything of its history, so I did a bit of research, and found that Ambergris Caye once had a thriving Maya community, and served as a trans-shipment point on the canoe route connecting the Maya and the non-Maya world. Large ocean-going dugouts made from hollowed out tree trunks, were crafted there, and used to transport salt, pottery, dried fish, sea shells and textiles here, from the northern Yucatan. These commodities were then off-loaded and taken inland in smaller canoes, probably like the one in my photo, down the shallow and quite narrow rivers and streams, to the communities in the highlands. These goods were exchanged for such things as  jade, furs, feathers and a variety of forest products, which were brought back to San Pedro for further transport to other coastal zones. I doubt that this canoe dates back to the Maya, but it does look really old. You can click on the image to enlarge.


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