Speedy Gonzales: The
fastest bus in Mexico
Mexico is a huge land. We didn´t realise just how big it
actually is until we checked our e-mails one morning in Acapulco.
There we found out that my parents had arrived in Tulum the day
before on a last minute weeks holiday. Brilliant, they had timed
it perfectly and flown into the right country. We left immediately
and began our race across Mexico.
Popocatepetl was whizzed past, Mexico negotiated in the dark and
Palenque dashed around in a morning. Finally three days and 2173kms
later the fastest bus in Mexico brought us to Tulum and to another
world, a world of 5 star luxury.
Mum and Dad had bought us day passes into the resort, so we spent
our days with them relaxing by the pool, catching up on stories
and oue evenings eating, eating and eating! (after 3 months of noodles
and kaiserschmarrn, this was a welcome change) We did manage to
visit the Maya ruins at Tulum which were spectacular, set right
on the cliffs overlooking the bright blue waters of the carribean.
But unfortunately time flew by and all too soon we had to say our
Now sitting here in the misty rainforests of Belize, it all seems
so far away.
When we arrived in Belize we were surprised at how different it
is to Mexico. The coastline may be the same but Belize has the feeling
of a Carribean island. Creole english is the main language spoken
and the streets are filled with cute little dreadlocked kids, giving
it a very different feel to spanish speaking Mexico.
Our first stop in Belize was at a mechanics! The van obviously
didn´t think too much of the race across Mexico and was showing
it now by pouring out oil. Luckily it wasn´t anything too
serious and soon we were able to drive on again towards jungle rivers
just waiting to be explored.
On the Sittee river we took the boat and paddled off in search
of adventure. After paddling the main river a while we took a small
streamand there we really were in the jungle. The tree canopies
met overhead and tunneled the river. The water was so still, reflecting
perfectly the overhanging lianas and the gnarled tree roots winding
into the soft bank. Large birds squaked overhead whilst small canary-like
ones darted about in front of the boat. We had been told that there
were crocodiles on the river but here on this very narrow side stream
where the banks were barely three metres apart, I was quite happy
to see only birds!
The next day we left the jungles of the coast and travelled 100kms
along dirt roads, we nearly drove into Guatemala! Belize is a small