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Belize |
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| Beaches that weren't under a foot of Coke tins and crisp packets were hard to come by in Guatemala. So supercool Belize is next on the map. "Whaa am dat warty melon mon", as they say. | |||
Another week, another country. This time it's Belize. |
A yellow nut is a diseased nut. So check them daily. |
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The predator becomes the prey. I wish the one that bit this junior in half had got the hook instead. |
A Snapper I was actually pleased to catch- well it was a bit bigger than the usual stamp. And Rosie and the girls cooked it up a treat just an hour or so later. |
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The lovely Rosie at the Yugadah Inn rolled in for a photo- a lovely set of wheels under that frock. |
Belize- miles and miles of beaches. Nice. Pity about the stormy winds though. |
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Yugadah Beach at Hopkins. Down the beach again at last. I'd missed it while in Guatemala: I think I'm gonna have to go and live next to one. |
The room at Hopkins had mains electricity! Blinded by science we may have been, but let's face it, we were unlikely to be blinded by the bulb.
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Walker manhandles one of several Harrycudas that insisted on hanging themselves on the end. |
Walker cuttin' up de fishbait mon. |
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Happy now she's got something she can finally kill and eat too. |
"Dwant tach dat fish mon! Tas poisin in dem spines!!". The local kids dished out the Rockfish handling advice. |
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Trevally on darkness for Wilko. This one was a fair bit smaller than the one that did a 3 second knit-one-pearl-two round the jetty. |
The biggest lump I've hooked lately. Getting it in: easy. Getting it out: not. |
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A pain in the arse. |
"For sale- your own tropical island. Outside toilet and no local amenities". I jest not: someone had bought this one as well! |
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Belize: its the nuts. |
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Walker woke up for long enough to drive his tinny around for a bit. |
The business end. No shortage of 'Cudas around the bay. |
Come on Walker. Please net us some bait. He couldn't, and as I've found out time and again, fishing without bait is, at best, difficult. |
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The last photo my trusty Nikon took before the constant abuse finally broke it's ailing spirit. A sure sign it was time to finally, and sadly, start finding a way back to the shores of merry England again. |
Time to get on the bus, head back to Mexico and go home. Not happy, but that's the way the cookie crumbles I'm afraid.
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This was the diary of Andy "My life is shit" Pearson's 14 month journey around the world.
And this, I'm afraid, is the end of the trail. (For now.) |
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