Our final two weeks of travelling began when we reached the Honduran Bay Islands, and spent two days and a night camping on this small, gorgeous, and completely undeveloped Carribean Island, called Water Caye.

 

Not a bad place to sling a hammock.

 

 

 

 

Lacey’s clowning aside, the snorkeling on Water Caye was otherworldly, with crystal-clear water and reefs that not only teemed with life but plunged dramatically into dark trenches hundreds of meters deep.

 

Although not technically in chronological order, I couldn’t resist throwing in this picture of another Carribean beach we visited with my brother, in Belize several weeks before.

 

The Carribean port town of La Ceiba, in Honduras.

 

And the Carribean port town of Livingston, in Guatemala. Getting here in a day from the Honduran Bay Islands meant waking up at 5 a.m., taking a boat, a taxi, a bus, another taxi, two more buses, a minibus, and another boat!

 

After a night in Livingston, we took yet another boat up the jungle-cloaked Rio Dulce.

 

 

We stayed in an amazing jungle guesthouse, reachable only by boat, and travelled by cayuga for a couple days (a cayuga is basically a Mayan dugout canoe), visiting small tributaries and even a riverside hot spring.