Spent the morning washing, relaxing and drinking the free coffees.
At midday, cycled into Placencia town in the stifling heat. The ferry to Independence was at 14:30 so spent some time exploring the small beach town.
Initially the boat refused to take our bikes, but when he realised the boat was not full, we were on.
It had rained heavily overmight and in the morning and we were minutes from being flooded out when we emerged into the daylight covered in mosquito bites :-(
The Mayan ruins at the site were disappointing and a brief jungle walk only produced muddy feet.
The dirt track exit was heavy going after the rain, but as soon as we were om the main southern highway all was easy.
At the turn off for Hopkins mqjor EU funded roadworks were underway. Thr first section being smooth dirt followed by 5km on small rocks. Hard going.
Hopkins was interesting. A Garifuna town with ramshackke building directly on the beach. A short way south of town the new build areas started. American style mini mansions, everywhere plots for sale.
Passed Sitee River these turned into river plots and finally petered out as we headed on another rocky dirt track.back out to the Southern Highway.
Back on tarmac all the waybdown the peninsular of Placencia though more artificial new towns created to satisfy north American ex-pats. An expensive Costa del Sol!
Exhausted, I convinced Tadek to stay at a $45 a room hotel on thr beach. not luxurious in the slightest, but a lovely location with a room overlooking the beach.
Great breakfast in the pleasant town of San Ignacio and some very helpful tourist advice from a friendly local. The shops were stocked with western items in abundance and the general infrastructure seemed much more advanced than their Spanish speaking counterparts the other side of the straight line, artificial border.
Cycling was tough with a strong headwind. We made it 40km to the outside of the capital, Belmopan, but weakened at the thought of the central mountains.
Hitched a lift with 2 decidedly dodgy looking men in a bashed up American van and a tonne of tobaco leaves.
They turned out to be jems, stopping off to show us local sights and at the best ice cream seller on our trip.
Got off when flat roads appeared outside a huge juice factory. Another 30km to our destination. Battling agaonst the light and a 6km stretch of dirt track, we arrived at the deserted campsite to be wecomed by thousands of very hungry mosquitos!
Threw the tent up as quickly as possible and tried to kill the 20 or so mozzirs that had followed us inside. Not nice!
Teresa and Tadek
Inexperienced cycle tourists of Cuba, Costa Rica, Panama, Nicaragua, Thailand, Laos & Cambodia