Tobacco Caye

We got the little motorised boat out to the Caye across very choppy waters. It was terrifying. The trip took about 40 minutes and the whole time all I could think was that the little boat was going to flip over and chuck us into the deep and shark-filled Caribbean to meet a grisly end. Positive thinking and all that.

We did make it without capsizing however and the boat took us past lots of tiny little islands and eventually we got to the pier of Tobacco Caye. The island is tiny and only a handful of locals live here. The little houses are all wooden and on stilts and are on the edge of the sea. The water around the beach was crystal clear and warm.

We spent the day snorkelling and swimming, eating pringles and drinking beer, and chatting to our pals, the comical boys from London. There was noone else around so we had the place to ourselves. Lovely day, although we had to endure the scary boat ride back across the choppy sea. Poor Simon still has nail marks on his leg where I clung on for dear life.