

Driving Camp, Belize
After a pleasant evening repaying small debts and drinking wine and a sound sleep and nice breakfast, I meandered the 5 minutes to the bus station. Naturally I passed the taxi touts who had enjoyed a little extra business at my expense upon arrival. I smirked a firm "no" as I was offered a ride and went to the counter, safe in the knowledge that the cabbies of Playa del Carmen would get no more of my hard earned.
As often happens, I got the last ticket on the ...