We returned from our day caving at the ATM caves and I found I was locked out of my room. The tribulations of tour life, eh? I did what any other sensible person would do in Belize, settled down into the hotel’s gardens, Belikin in hand and waited with the iguanas until everyone else had finished getting ready for dinner.
Drawn in by the colourful décor, stomach rumbling smells and the happy tunes of reggae, we picked out Flayva’s bar and grill straight away. We gained new friends before even the first round had been bought, most notably an old rasta fella who claimed it was his birthday. We sang him Happy Birthday – probably the 7th time he’s heard it this year!
This photo of Flayva’s Bar & Grill is courtesy of TripAdvisor
Stuffed and many beers down we started to wander up the road, in search of another bar to finish our night at. Continue reading