I had a slight freak out on Monday night—we knew nothing about this Nester character, after all. Would he even show? If he did, would he bring us somewhere horrible? Would Garrett and I ourselves become a new addition to the Belizean Mayan Ruins? Garrett wasn’t fazed, though, so I drew comfort from his calm and fell asleep.
Anyway. Back to Tuesday morning. We approached the dock and, as planned, Nester was there waiting for us in his boat. We hopped in and sped away in the direction of the bridge. It was an uncommonly windy week in Ambergris Caye, so the boat ride was extra choppy. Garrett and I smiled at each other and our surroundings as the warm water splashed up over the bow and onto our faces.
Once we crossed under the bridge, the water became instantly smoother. Nester weaved our boat slowly through the mangroves, which reminded me a bit of the Florida Everglades, but cooler because, well, we were in Belize. Toward the end of the mangroves, Nester said we had to take a tiny detour—he had to stop at his house to pick up an extra pole. My heart palpitated for a moment as my fears from the night before circled around in my head. But then I figured I was being ridiculous. And if I wasn’t, well, Garrett’s a pretty big and strong guy.
Nester secured us to a dock and was gone for no more than five minutes. In that five minutes, Garrett and I got to see a small piece of coastal Belizean life. One man was gutting and salting a hanging barracuda, another was packing his boat for a day on the water, and a woman was hanging out laundry to dry in the distance. Tarpon, which are protected in Belize, swam around our boat, as curious about us as we were our surroundings. As to not seem too curious, to the point of rude, I diverted my attention into taking pictures of Garrett and, of course, making sure he took pictures of me.
Tuesday was exactly what we needed--time together, just the two of us. Once we got our fill, we were ready for the group to return. I spent the remainder of my afternoon reading on the beach as Garrett fished off of the docks, both of us waiting to reconnect with everyone that had left for the day.
When the group returned, everyone jumped in the back pool. The back pool had a structure in the middle of it that, were we in the States, would have been forbidden to climb and jump off of. But we weren't in the States. We quickly came to realize the Coco Beach had very few rules, if any rules at all.
Read about Wednesday here!