Two fish talkin':
"Those damn men. But we might not have to worry about them much longer. They seem more intent than ever on committing mass suicide."
"Yeah, global hara-kiri. But they don't call it that."
"Of course not. The call it progress. They call it growth. They call it national security and energy policy and all sort of foolish things, but both motives and the end results are the same. The good news, perhaps is that they're starting to relearn the art of species-wide communication. I mean, they do it with those machines they call computers, they do it on the World Wide Web, but.."
"They forgot how to do it, I guess, they forgot that they were animals."
"All that showy technology in the paws of a band of primates who in terms of their emotions are barely advanced beyond the level of baboons. They're chimpanzees with bulldozers, monkeys with bombs."
Here are loads of pictures of a great time in Honduras and Belize, with jungles and pristine rain forests, and most of all islands, the stretch with the second largest barrier reef on the planet. It's magnificent, but sad to watch the garbage accumulating, the fish dying, the reef and the corals disappearing. The locals but also the tourist machine are to strong for this virgin land, and in the end all the plastic and shit gets dumped in the nature, far from the tourist eyes.
Here are some pics from the land of pirates and old conquistadores.
Honduras, mainland, a dangerous country how they say, but safe if you just get around with a common sense and read some info where you can go.
Utila, Bay Island, La Cueva bar, you can get anything you need there.
Utila, Bay Island, La Cueva bar, you can get anything you need there.
Our pier at one of the best and cheapest diving hostels, The Paradise divers on Utila, Bay Islands, Honduras.
Kids on the beach. There is better beach, you'll see later.
Everybody is a pirate there. Well, most of those islands were inhabited by old English and Scottish sailors and pirates. So they speak some crazy slang English similar to patua on Jamaica.
Great food, but as the locals used to eat out of banana leaves before, they still dump the plastic sometimes into the forest.
The central street of Utila.
This is Zorro, a local fisherman. Every day he brought us some tuna and barracuda from sea, and we made some steaks on the grill and ceviche, my favourite fish dish of all (see below, check out the recipe on the net).
Our boat controls.
The diving school, Paradise divers.
This is a christening on a cay, an island made out of sand and palm trees.
So here we slept and made camp. A cay, just white sand and palm trees. Choose your tree to hang a hammock.
There's nobody on the island, just the couple of us, with some rum, music and a smile.
Basically, surrounded by coral reefs, with reef tunnels and all kinds of fish and other sea life, the snorkeling is neverending, the sunset beautiful, the nights with the starry sky and the glowy plankton, and of course our friends, the crabs which run around in the search for some food. :)
Belize, around Cay Caulker. (Pic by Demian, GoPro)
Belize, around Cay Caulker. (Pic by Demian, GoPro)
Belize, around Cay Caulker. Swimming with the sharks and the rays. (Pic by Demian, GoPro)
Sailing around the islands, Belize.
These are pics from Belize city. The getaway port for the Cays, the islands around Belize city. This is the home of the famous blue hole, and the coral reef. The city is old, inhabited by the rastaman and the people from Africa, brought here as slaves many years ago. Walkin' around some neighbourhoods I encountered some hate against white people.
White sand, Cay Caulker, the diving and party paradise of Belize. Rum and pirates, tourists and local rastaman.
The local beer.
The local bar.
For the end, a local project in Belize City. Drums, not guns. With one of the highest crime rates on (especially Honduras) the World, if more people would be drumming, and less shooting guns, especially Honduras but also Belize would be a better place to live in.
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