Following my little side trip to Guatemala, I hurried back to Belize City to pack up my belongings and vacate my apartment.
What a job! I carted most of my clothes to the Red Cross, sold some of my household chattels and gave the rest to my regular taxi driver, and still found I couldn't get everything into my case and two rucksacks. Oh dear.
I moved with my luggage into a hotel in the tourist area of the city, and went to collect Brian from the airport. Luckily, he had brought a spare suitcase full of children's clothing to donate, so off to the Red Cross again and I had room for the rest of my stuff.
After spending a night in the city, and the next morning doing a whistlestop tour to meet some of my new friends and colleagues, we whizzed down to Placencia for nine nights of blissful vegging by the sea.
Our apartment was right on the beach, and I could watch the sun rise without getting out of the kingsize bed.
It was so hot, every day, that we spent most of our time swimming in the sea or lying in hammocks on our verandah.
One day we dragged ourselves to the harbour and took a sailing trip so we could swim and snorkel out at sea. Needless to say, Brian got sunburnt despite 60SPF cream and sitting in the shade.
A couple of days later, we took a trip on a speed boat up the Monkey River where we saw lots of impressive birds, crocodiles, manatees, and, as you might expect, monkeys.
Our only other outing was to visit Francis Ford Coppola's resort, Turtle Inn, which was fabulous without making us wish we were staying there.
Our holiday was over all too soon, and we were soon heading home via Atlanta. The journey was remarkably pain free, with no hold-ups, and we even had time to visit the Aquarium before catching our flight home.
It seems like this will be the last post from vivinbelize, so thank you for reading my blog; I've enjoyed telling you about my adventures.
Love
Viv x
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