We decided not to hang around Sarteneja for another day, it was a pretty little place but didn´t have much to keep us there and we fancied a bit more time in Mexico instead. So what did we learn about Belize?...

* The people are really fun and friendly and even any beggars in Belize City would make you smile as you walked past with their banter

* The bus drivers have very weird taste in music and like to play it at deafening levels that could crush a man´s skull

* Like the Guatemalans, they have a strange and unfounded love for the sounds of the Casio keyboard, which someone really needs to let them know would have been best buried 6ft or maybe nearer 20ft under the ground back in the 80s along with legwarmers, perms and rap singles produced by football teams.

* We were surprised to be joined on the bus by a group from an Amish community (though I bet their taste in music was more with the times and they don't even have stereos!)

* You can spot a tourist very easily as they will be wearing a watch, unlike any of the locals who have decided that this is one piece of technology that their laid back, slow and easy culture can do without

* Always ask another passenger for the bus price as the driver usually doubles what it should be. In fact, it´s a good rule to gather any information at all from people who have no vested interests

* There are no bus stops but that's OK as you just flag it down. The problem arises when you get 7 seperate groups of two people standing about 5 metres apart and the bus keeps stopping and starting

We felt like we didn´t see enough of Belize to really get a feel for it, but what we did see, we loved.

On to Mexico!! Sarteneja isn´t exactly on a main road to anywhere (or any road for that matter!), so we found out that there was a boat leaving at 7am. Unfortunately we realised that this would mean bypassing the border and hence entering the country in a slightly illegal manner, so we opted for 2 buses, 3 hours on bad roads and 3 hours of very very bad, very loud music.

Despite any worries we had it was a totally pain free drive. When it came to crossing the border, our driver (of a local bus) made sure we went to the right places and even waited for us on the other side, even though we were the only tourists on his bus and took a lot longer than anyone else to get through.

We made it to Chetumal with the glorious sounds of a Casio Keyboard still ringing in our ears. Chetumal is a fairly standard city, but there is a really good Mayan museum that we wanted to go and see. It was definately worth the stop. The museum was pretty big and very interesting (from what I can remember, there was a lot of info!!), and it was great to see artists impressions of what places like Tikal would have been like. Although the section on 1200BC Mayan mathematics nearly blew our "up at 5:30am" minds!

After the museum we headed back to our hotel, which we are convinced used to be a prison, and found some english language films to veg out with. We completed the veggin evening with a takeaway pizza and some chocolate for good measure.