Barrelling to Belize

I´m stranded for the night. Dope.

Nah, its not that bad. I´m in a little port town called Puerto Cortes on the north coast of Honduras. I left Utila early this morning with a bunch of friends, Tiff and Raechel (from Cornwall, en route to live in Oz) who I met on the island, and the Swedish girls from Costa Rica, Hannah and Sarah. We travelled together as far as San Pedro Sula. From there they all headed to Copan to see the ruins and on to Guatemala but I decided to be different and try to get to Belize today. I fly out of Guatemala City at the end of the month so it sort of makes sense for me to loop around that way after Belize.

My guidebook mentioned that the boat to Placencia in Belize was today at 2pm. I thus flew from one bus to the next, was told the boat was leaving at 1pm, grabbed a taxi to immigration and then to the harbour making it at 12.59pm to find the boat actually only goes tomorrow. It would have been so perfect!

Instead I´m getting some time to myself to catch up on banking and other mundain tasks. But I am currently snacking on a strange local mix of thinly sliced, unripe mango covered in chilli sauce. And to think I could have missed out on that...