that weren't under a foot of Coke tins and crisp packets were hard to come by in
Guatemala. So supercool
Belize is next on the map. "Whaa
am dat watta melon!!"
week, another country. This time it's Belize.
Belize: it's the nuts.
Beach at Hopkins. Down the beach again at last. I'd missed it while in
Guatemala: I think I'm
gonna have to go and live next to one.
lovely Rosie at the Yugadah Inn rolled in for a photo - cracking set of wheels under that frock.
A pain in the
miles and miles of beaches. Nice. Pity about the stormy winds though.
lookin' at, fool?"
The room at Hopkins had mains electricity!
by science we may have been, but let's face it, we were unlikely to be
blinded by the bulb.
Mutton snapper and finally a snapper I was actually pleased to catch - well it was a bit bigger than
the usual stamp. And Rosie and the girls cooked it up a treat just an
hour or so later. Deee-lish.
tach dat fish mon! Tas poisin in dem spines!!". The local kids dished
out the Rockfish handling advice for Wilko.
yellow nut is a diseased nut.
So I check them daily.
on darkness for Wilko.
This one is a fair bit smaller than
the one that did
a 3 second
knit-one-pearl-two round the jetty.
now she's finally got something
she can kill and eat.
biggest lump I've hooked lately. Getting it in: easy. Getting it out: not.
predator becomes the prey. I wish the one that bit this junior in half
had got the hook instead.
manhandles one of several Harrycudas that insisted on hanging themselves on the
Another long dusty wait for some public transport!
last photo my trusty Nikon took before the constant abuse finally
broke it's ailing spirit. A sure sign it was time to finally, and sadly, start
finding a way back to the shores of merry England again.
on Walker. Please net us some bait. He couldn't, and as I've found out
time and again, fishing without bait is, at best, difficult.
Walker cuttin' up
Walker woke up for
long enough to drive his tinny around for a bit.
"For sale - your own tropical island. Outside toilet and no local
amenities". I jest not: someone had bought this one as well!
to get on the bus, head back to Mexico and go home. Not happy, but that's
the way the cookie crumbles I'm afraid.
This was the diary of
Andy "My life is
14 month journey around the world.
And this, I'm afraid,
is the end of the trail.
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