Sleep deprived and crossing the border from Mexico to Belize, this is how we get into a boat destined to Caye Caulker, one of Belize's little islands. Technically, we are in Central America, only a few hours from Mexico, but to me Belize feels like the Caribbean. I'm listening to the locals talk in a sing-song type of melody and to my surprise it's English. I can maybe understand a handful of words the lady is saying to a passerby while she plates a meal of grilled chicken and rice and beans (or is that beans and rice) for me into a styrofoam box.
I have to listen just as carefully to a man selling ferry tickets for Caye Caulker and San Pedro. He tells me not to sit on the very edge of the boat, and also not to put my hands out into the water during the 45 minute ride to the the tiny island. Apparently, trash and debris will slash your arm off with the speed of the water. I take his advice, quickly filing to a seat at the middle-front of the boat, getting as comfortable as possible on the hot fiberglass seat, and pulling out my camera before the ride begins.