After a week in Tulum, we hopped on a bus headed south towards Belize.
The bus went to the outskirts of Chetumal, a Mexican town right before the border, where we had to get out and cross the border by foot.
That basically involved walking a couple of hundred metres across a bridge, then entering a small building to have our passports stamped and our stuff inspected. Everything was pretty ramshackle, but surprisingly formal.
The highlight of that whole experience was when John stepped forward and greeted the immigration officer with a big friendly “hola!”, not realising that English is the main language spoken in Belize. I nearly died of embarrassment on his behalf – the officer didn’t really react and no harm was caused except perhaps to Johns pride when I filled him in afterwards!
We found a bus stop and jumped on a chicken bus headed south. It went through the towns of Corozal and Little Belize before arriving in the town of Orange Walk – the gateway to our next adventure.
Links to our travels through Belize;
Black Rock Lodge