My Dad has been visiting us in Belize for the past five weeks and his trip is quickly coming to an end.  Since he had not yet had the experience of deep sea fishing in Belize we needed to get a trip to San Pedro in before he left.  That trip happened last Sunday through Wednesday and we had high hopes.  Maybe we were a tad bit optimistic because the weather has been unseasonable chilly for awhile now.  Sunday morning we all woke up to a cold and breezy morning – typically a boat ride over to San Pedro, which takes about two hours, is an awesome experience, but this time over was pretty cold.  We had layers, jackets, hats and blankets but we were determined to have fun and go fishing.

When we got to San Pedro the sun was actually out.  Since we had left Corozal in some drizzling rain we were pretty happy about seeing the sun.  This was promising.  So we tied Capt. J’s boat to the dock and started to unload our stuff.  The plan was to stay three nights so we checked in at the Princess Maya which has been our lodging of choice in San Pedro lately.  After we got settled in we all decided that we would just take Sunday and lounge around San Pedro since the sea past the reef looked a little rough with the wind whipping from the North.  Capt. J and my parents hung out on our balcony while my guy and I went down the beach to the Crazy Canuck’s bar to meet one of his friends Lara, who just launched her luxury bikini line Lemon Crush (http://www.lemoncrushbelize.com/), and have a few drinks.  It turned out that the day just kept getting nicer so we sat out on the dock with our drinks and enjoyed the sun – we had all been missing it.  When you walk around the town and people are wearing parkas and ski caps in Belize there is something very wrong with the picture.

That night we all took the boat over to the Palapa Bar to have some drinks; by then it was dark and getting cold again.  It was back to the hotel pretty early that night to try and warm up.  Our attempt at fishing would happen Monday.  Monday morning was beautiful when we all woke up but the plan was to eat breakfast and go out on the boat around 10am.  We were all headed to the boat around 10:30 and at almost the exact time that our feet hit the dock the wind kicked up and the clouds rolled in.  We were determined to catch a fish though so we all piled in to the boat and took off for the reef crossing.

As soon as we got outside the reef it was very clear that this would not be a warm ride.  I had put my bikini on in the hopes that the weather would get better but it never happened.  So we all made a mutual decision to troll close to Caye Caulker and then pull the lines in and hang out on Caye Caulker for awhile if we didn’t catch anything.  Nothing even came close to hitting our lines on the way over so that was a bust.  We crossed the reef again to get on the island, beached the boat and went on the hunt for something warm.  We found a little place to eat soup which we all ordered along with hot tea.  I was a site in men’s sweat pants, a swimsuit cover-up and my fleece jacket all over my bikini, but I was cold.  We didn’t stay on Caye Caulker too long; it was about two hours later that we were back on the boat to get back to San Pedro.  I stayed in the cabin for the ride back since my teeth were actually chattering out in the wind and I was happy that it was a quick ride back.  That night we went out to Fido’s for dinner and listened to live music for awhile.

After our hour long fishing experience this time we all decided there would be no more attempts at fishing outside the reef – it would have to wait for a warmer day.  So my guy and I flew back to Corozal on Tuesday afternoon while the rest of the crew stayed one more night.  The tiny little plane we flew back in was the smallest plane I have ever flown in – it only had four seats which included the captain’s seat.  It was a great ride back though and it was actually sunny when we got back to Corozal.

As I mentioned in my previous post we attempted to start a Christmas boat parade here in Corozal and there were high aspirations for this project.  The venture started off three months before December even arrived.  The idea emerged at the tail-end of a night out drinking with friends.  Mom and I were sitting around a table with Rod and Ken at Haley’s, a local bar, when the topic of Christmas boat parades came up.  Rod had been in a few big parades in Florida and thought that it would be fun to try and rally all the boat owners in Corozal to be a part of a boat parade here.  Unlike nearby San Pedro (on Ambergris Caye), Corozal doesn’t have this tradition.  Mom and I both thought it would be a lot of fun so we said we were onboard for sure (we don’t own a boat so our involvement wasn’t much of a commitment).

The three of us planned on having a committee meeting every Wednesday until the middle of December when the event would take place.  Our intentions were good, we even assigned each committee member a position (I was the secretary), but as the weeks moved ahead our enthusiasm waned.  All hope wasn’t lost yet; we had spoken to about 12 couples who all owned boats and told us they would be involved.  It really would have been a sight for the Corozal Bay if everyone had participated.

It became clear a couple weeks before Christmas that Ken and Rod would be the only two boats appearing in the parade.  No matter, we were still determined to make this happen and had planned on it up until the weekend the whole thing was to take place.  Then the weather turned and Rod still wasn’t even back in the country with his boat yet.  So the three committee members in country (me, mom and Ken) decided, with regret, that we would be canceling the boat parade.

Then Rod got back in the country and the project had life breathed in to it again; Rod convinced us all that it could still be done and they would decorate the two boats.  Two days later, and two days before Christmas we were on the bay in boats surrounded by Christmas lights and having an absolutely awesome time.  There were two boats with seven people total and we had our Christmas music blaring as we made a slow pass back and forth the town of Corozal.  We weren’t sure anyone would see us from shore since our parade had sort of fizzled before it sparked back to life.  There had been no announcement this would be taking place, but there were plenty of people along the water that night.  So we waved and yelled, “Merry Christmas” and spun the boats in front of each crowd we passed.

In the end we provided some entertainment for the kids along the water that night and for ourselves.  It is the start of a tradition for us as long as we’re in Corozal for Christmas and we may even add another boat next year.