Caye Caulker
Leaving Adam and Hortle behind in Tulum wasn't quite the easiest thing to do, but alas, an even smaller division of the Cabo crew progressed (finally) out of Mexico, and into the surprisingly different world of Belize. Driving through the litter-filled streets of Belize City, and in truth the whole of Central America, makes me realise how lucky we are to live in such a beautiful country like Australia. Don't get me wrong, because this side of the world is nothing short of beautiful, except for the piles of rubbish that're as common as aids in Africa.
Luckily, Caye Caulker, not Belize City, was our destination. After a lengthy hungover bus ride and boat trip we finally arrived on the island of Caye Caulker. No doubt, this amazing reggae Caribbean island was well worth the trip.
Every single person we encountered seemed to be easygoing, and one thing is for sure, Caye Caulker definitely pulses to a reggae beat. The local Rastas were warmly welcomed us to their little slice of Caribbean heaven, and we all instantly fell in love with the place. With both of the hostels on this tiny island being fully booked, we were taken to the dark and dingy end of town where we found our home for the next two nights.... 'Home' maybe not quite a fitting word for this place - the run down little cabanas we slept in resembled a prison cell with some flashy linen to boot. The sulfur water smelled a treat - there's nothing quite like showering in what smells like two days of meals that someone just flushed down in the toilet next to you.
Jetty hangs
The three days we spent on Caye Caulker went a little too quickly for my liking. Nonetheless, activities were plentiful, with some epic 'mini beach' hangs, jetty parties, and a lot of intoxication. On the second night team 'Wound Lovers' (Mooney Ness and myself) played a drunken game of trivia at a sports bar, funnily enough we later found out (about three weeks later in fact) that two hilarious Londoners 'Just the Two of us' (Luke and James) that we would later befriend in Nicaragua were playing on the table beside us! Due to bad weather we had to leave earlier than expected, cause their ain't much to do in paradise when it's raining.
Flores
Just like good company, a good hostel can definitely make or break your trip. Walking into Los Amigo's Hostel in Flores meant only good things. The tranquil vibes surrounding the place act as some kind of intense muscle relaxant, and you find your self wanting nothing more than curling up in a hammock with a good book in hand. The hostel's ridiculous vegetarian restaurant was honestly good enough to put you off meat for life.
Tikal ruins are one of the things that every second traveller tells you that you need to see, and after witnessing them I can now confess that I have become one of those highly recommending travellers. The jungle surrounding the ruins was just as fascinating at the ruins themselves, and we had an excellent tour guide Louie showing us the ins and and outs of this beautiful world. 
Easily the most interesting part of our tour was learning that the ruins are located in what now happens to be a national park. Around about half of the pyramids and ruins had been uncovered so far, with the remaining few still being covered by vegetation. We also learned this was a pretty big problem for the archaeologists... to uncover one of the hidden pyramids takes about 10 years. They need to research what animals live in the vegetation and trees covering the pyramid, and are not allowed to cut down any of the trees - they have to wait for them to fall down naturally! There was so much more insanely interesting things about this Mayan community, but it really is one of those things you have to experience for yourself to truly appreciate.
Cabo Baby on top of the highest pyramid.
Ness Mooney and Eddie went on to explore the rest of Guatemala, and I decided on a solo adventure that included getting my diving ticket in Honduras. More on that later.
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