Up early again to meet up with Jose (Amigos) for a half day of flats fishing for bonefish. We had wanted to do a whole day for tarpon, but the water was too murky because of the rough seas. Jose said the tarpon fishing wasn’t good. Jose took us thru the river cut to the west side of AC and onto another series of little island. One of them was “Crab Island” (can’t remember Spanish name for it). We spent the morning learning the art of bonefishing. Unfortunately, aside from the bonefish that bit on Sebron’s line (pulled the drag way out but he lost it. You know, the famous “fish that got away” story!) right before we called it quits, we had only caught a couple shod and a few snapper. It was fun being out there on the ocean fishing, though. Jose was really nice.
I think we were still wiped out from the week, because after that 4 hours in the sun, we both took a short nap back at del Rio. Wanted to be primed for our last night on AC!
Those last nights of vacations are always so weird. You want to really whoop it up because it is your last night, but then you’re also so depressed because it’s your last night. We ended up at the street vendors again for dinner. Did a little shopping and then met up with a bunch of people we had met throughout the week at Shark’s. Alex (Amigos) and I ran the pool table. We were unstoppable. Sebron met some fellow photographers so they were talking shop a lot. We all ended up at Barefoot Iguana’s to, once again, dance the night away. We even did some “swimming” in the fountain by the dance floor! (Belikin, Panty Rippers, Grasshopper shots, body shots and who knows what else will do that to you). We had a blast! We headed back “home” in the we hours. Sebron took a laate night swim, involuntarily, with Alex’s help. Our passports are still soggy! I don’t remember what sounds I heard before falling asleep that night (morning). I think I went into a coma the second I hit the pillow. Sebron was out before me…..
The next day we were homebound.
AAGGHH!! We don’t want to go! We were gonna meet up with Alex for one last boat ride that morning, but he couldn’t get the boat. Instead, we visited with him a while and walked over to see his home and meet his family. We were getting really emotional by this time. It’s hard to leave people and places you really like. BUT, it gives you a reason to go back. Alex gave us small tokens of friendship (he’s SO sweet). We said our “until laters” and headed for the airport. (I have to stop for a second…Getting all misty-eyed.)
Once again, Tropic flight was without a hitch. A couple guys (father/son) who were with us on the Blue Hole trip were at International. They were on the same flight with us to Dallas. They told us they had gone to the Blue Hole again the next day. The son told us that when he was taking the pictures during the safety stop that second day (he was using a strobe), one of the sharks swam right at him and bit the strobe! He showed us the marks! I can’t imagine! He said he thought he had a stroke right then and there.
Flight home was uneventful. We were both lost in our own thoughts and reveries. Got home and went to our local pub to drown our sorrows in a couple beers. We’re already planning a trip back. Hopefully for New Year’s. We’ve been infected by the “Belizean Bug”.
NOTE: Sebron says I’m the writer in the family. I’ve done my job. His job is the pictures. He is a photographer, after all. Hopefully, we’ll get some visuals posted in the near future. Thanks again to all of you on the board who helped me plan this trip. Sebron thanks you for helping me take him to the “most beautiful place he’s seen in his life”. Keep it alive. Belize it!!