It's the last day of my trip, and I'm sitting at an upper balcony, overlooking the "street" on Caye Caulker. Ola has gone for a dive and I'm spending the morning relaxing, sunning, reading and now enjoying a coffee and writing. I can't believe we're actually heading home tomorrow. While of course I miss my pets and am looking forward to a fuzzy welcome home, I'm none too pleased about returning to winter. Ahhh, the plight of a Canadian girl who loves home b...

We just had one of those awful starts to a day; the kind of day where you don't wake up to your alarm and are startled out of sleep by the tuktuk driver pounding on the door, wondering why you aren't waiting outside for him. One thing's for sure, that's the fasted we've gotten up and out this trip. The driver dropped us a few kilometers away on the side of the road. It felt weird to be left with all our bags in the dark to wait and hope. We had no tickets, ...