When we finished our trip for four days on the beach side of the country, our plans included lots of boat and water time. After all, the premier attraction for us was what was below the waves, not on the surface of the land. That meant plenty of time snorkeling looking at species of fish that we just can't see here at home. Not that we go snorkeling around here or anything. I mean the Potomac River and the Chesapeake Bay aren't exactly snorkeling hotspots.
Our beach accommodations were in the town of San Pedro on an island called Ambergris Caye. Or as Madonna sold it: "La Isla Bonita". So in addition to wanting to focus on that tropical island breeze and all of that nature wild and free in a place where the sun warms the sky, we also wanted to spend some time in the town of San Pedro and on Ambergris Caye. On land.
And to do that, we needed one thing: a golf cart.
Yep, you read that right. The predominant form of transportation on Ambergris Caye is the good old golf cart. Are there cars and vans and motorcycles and bikes on Ambergris Caye? Sure there are. But if you want to get around the island cheaply and conveniently, you must rent a golf cart. MUST. There are tons of rental agencies on the island that will meet you at the airport or ferry terminal or however else you are arriving on the island. And you will not be the only golf cart driving tourists on the island. Everyone is doing it.
Originally, we planned to rent a golf cart for just one day and take taxis or walk to everywhere else we needed to get to on the other three days. But the low, low cost of less than $200 US for all four days convinced us to trade in the freedom of being on foot and having someone else drive us around for what is probably the least powerful gasoline powered rental vehicle I've ever rented. The Nissan Versa Note we got stuck with on Hawaii's Big Island was close but I think it just beat the golf cart out by a couple of horsepower. Just (but not by much).
Is it safe driving around in and parking (especially overnight) a golf cart on Ambergris Caye? Our instructions from Mark who met us at the ferry terminal seemed pretty straightforward. Press the right pedal to go and the other one to brake. Switch between forward and reverse by turning the dial below the seat. Lock the steering wheel using the padlock after you park it. And just don't flip the golf cart. How on Earth do you flip a golf cart? The thing only goes like 15 miles per hour, if that! Mark assured us it could happen. I'm sure he knows.
And yes, driving a golf cart is safe and easy, even when your first task is to un-parallel park out of a very tight space.
I think one day roaming around the island was about right for us. We made a super long list of every place we could think of that we were remotely interested in and we hit every one with some time to spare. Honestly, we could not have stretched this out to a second day without spending all our time in bars or restaurants nursing a Belikin or two. Or more. Or a lot more.
Let's start with what was on our list that isn't worth spending a ton of time writing about (shopping) before moving on to the one place that I have a bit to say about that wasn't worth visiting before finishing with the three places that really made this day a great day.
So the shopping...while I am sure that this would be disputed at times by the person I live with, no trip is a great trip without a little shopping. Handicrafts, art, food, cheap souvenirs, flip flops, whatever there is wherever you happen to be. And quite frankly, there's enough decent shopping in San Pedro to kill an hour or so. Highlights: looking for monkey farts soap (and finding it sold out) at the soap shop; picking up some ridiculously low, low priced jewelry; and ending the day with a cup of hot chocolate and some chocolate truffles at the Belize Chocolate Company. This hot chocolate...I swear it was mostly molten chocolate with a little bit of some sort of liquid in it. It was like drinking literal melted chocolate. Two enthusiastic thumbs way up, even if they were out of the chile chocolate.
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Is it really able to be called Secret Beach if there's a giant sign to it? |
Shopping took place close to our hotel. The furthest we went out of town was a place called Secret Beach, which is really anything but. I guess maybe one day way back when it was actually a secret it was probably pretty cool and very remote, but now it seems to epitomize the growing takeover of Belize's vacant lands by properties catering to tourists that want to spend time on the land and not in the water. And by "not in the water" I mean not snorkeling or diving; I don't mean standing in waist-deep water with a sugary cocktail in each hand.
In a partial defense of Secret Beach, we may have ended up at the property that was about as misaligned with us values-wise as it could have been. I'm not naming names (and partially because it's not worth looking up) but any place that offers every new customer a rum shot from a bottle with a dead fer-de-lance snake in it is probably not the place we should be hanging out. And no, the shots ain't free and there was usually a giant crowd of friends around the one or two dudes dumb enough to fall for this stuff.
We probably should have shopped around a bit when we arrived at Secret Beach, but we were hungry and just parked at the first place that had an empty parking spot. Live and learn. Although we met up with some new friends later that same night by accident who had a similarly un-rewarding experience at a different place at Secret Beach. Maybe we are too old? That's probably it.
The signature experience on our Golf Cart Day agenda without a doubt was a visit to ACES Wildlife Rescue north of the bridge that connects the two parts of Ambergris Caye. We spent the most time on our day at this spot (probably about a 90 minute duration total) and it had the most serious and consequential things going on. Not that you have to be serious and consequential on vacation...
ACES is a visit-by-appointment-only wildlife sanctuary that is supposed to be a way station for injured animals to be repaired, patched up, fixed or whatever else they need before being returned to the wild. Supposed to be is the key here, because ACES will do that if they can. Some patients are too badly damaged either physically from their injury or just mentally and behaviorally from being kept as pets and having their wild-ness taken away by the way their owners treated them. In those cases, they become permanent residents and those few animals became our educational tour on the day of our visit.
ACES stands for American Crocodile Education Sanctuary but crocodiles are not all they have on property or all they deal with. They will take all variety of birds, reptiles and mammals and try to do the best they can with the resources they have to get the task at hand completed. And I probably should stop using the term "they" to refer to ACES because there is no they. The whole place is run by one woman (Christina) who is the third custodian of the place and came to Belize with no training in animal husbandry but just fell in love with the island and ACES and stuck around to eventually adopt it as her own.
It's up to Christina to do it all, whether it's care and feeding of those animals still on site or fixing up and bandaging patients who eventually will live again as wild and free animals. X-rays and basic repair? She's got it. Anesthesia and surgery? Has to be outsourced but Christina still has to find someone to do that and pay for the service. And with an estimated 120 varieties of animals cared for during her time there and a prohibition on transporting animals on or off Ambergris Caye during COVID, I imagine her job has been and is a daily exercise in figuring things out.
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Does this place look like paradise or what? ACES' budgie cage with various palm trees. |
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Wobbles the osprey (top) and both of Belize's iguana species (green and black spiny-tailed) in one shot. |
Then there's Phinneas, a 12 foot long croc who had a house built over the top of his territory and who ate the house builder's pet dog because, well, it was right there and available and I guess didn't run away fast enough. What happened next? The house owner trapped Phinneas, wired his jaw shut and was in the process of cutting off his head before a neighbor intervened and stopped the killing of a protected species. I mean what are you even thinking about doing that?
Phinneas was rehabbed after two hours of surgery and released back to the wild but there was a problem: he had a taste for dog and was roaming around neighborhoods looking for more of that tasty meat. It wasn't likely to end well for anyone so Phinneas is now back at ACES and a permanent resident.
Jewels and Phinneas are at ACES because of human interference in my opinion. Plain and simple. It didn't have to be this way. Luckily for them, a place like ACES exists. I hate that there is a need to keep any animals in captivity but the only other alternative here is death. They won't make it out there alone.
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Top to bottom: Jewels, Cecilio and Phinneas. |
The iguanas (all green but not necessarily actually colored green; except the mating males are various shades of orange) that hang out at the Eco Sanctuary are not tamed or caged in any way. In fact, I think they are there solely because the owners of the place put out tons of fresh fruit and vegetables for the iguanas to stuff themselves full of. It's like a reptile buffet. You can get super close to these animals which are hanging out in the veg piles but also in the mangroves. You are not going to kill a lot of time here but it's a cool diversion if you don't get a chance to see green iguanas very often. The first two iguana pics on this post are from our visit there.
Finally, I said there were three places that we found were worth visiting on Golf Cart Day. The last was Gill-E's Pour House, a dockside / beachside casual bar where we got to spend the last hour or so of our day chatting with friends over a Belikin or two. Unwinding is important.
I've complained in other blog posts from this trip about the weather. We actually picked the perfect day to roam around on land. We sandwiched this day between snorkeling days two and three and this day turned out to be the windiest and roughest seas day. Sometimes things do work out.