
The following morning we boarded a launcha (wooden boat) expecting to take a short ride up the river to the Garifuna town of Livingstone. Three hours later we had fully explored the Chocon-Machacas Nature Reserve which included a scenic boat ride through the mangroves - home to the manatee (sea cow), Rod swimming in thermal springs and shack homes where people who have never seen a road live on the side of the river.

Here was the problem, the standard ferry didn´t leave until 7.30am the following morning and with Rod due to depart in a few days from Belize City, time was not on our side. So we decided to bite the bullet and hire a private boat to take us over to Punta Gorda, a Belizian port, only to find out that we had been scammed and had paid double the going rate. Worse still, the port´s manager had decided to take a long lunch and we couldn´t leave Guatemala until he had stamped and signed our papers - and we had to make the last bus at 3pm!
The race across the Carribean at top speed was memorable... nothing but blue water, a foreign land in the distance and circling sharks below. Very bond (or the Amazing Race depending on your perspective). Below is a picture of the customs office at Punta Gorda - welcome to Belize!
