Cave Tubing in Belize

"Sunscreen...check. Bug Spray...check. Water shoes...check. Sunglasses...on my head."

With our cruise ship floating outside of Belize City, we are waiting for the number of our tender boat to be called to take us into port.  I am amusing my obsessive-compulsive self by checking my backpack for probably the 10th time since I packed it.

Today some our group are going zip lining. All of our group are going cave tubing. The zip liners seem pretty confident, but what I haven't really told anyone is that I am terrified of caves and enclosed spaces. Since I haven't had my 10:00 am beer yet, I am a little nervous.

They call our number and we board the tender boat to Belize City. It's an incredibly beautiful day. When we arrive we meet our excursion group and get on the bus which will take us through the city and about an hour inland to the rain forest and caves.

Our excursion company for the day is called cave-tubing.com. As we travel along they shout out facts about Belize and tell jokes over a crackling microphone.    I find myself seated beside one the guides, Fabian.   He smiles at me and we start to talk about Belize and Canada and the some the dangers inherent in consuming too much of the cashew wine our excursion leader is handing out.




He tells me about the multicultural make-up of Belize. "We have people of African, South Asian, Chinese, British, Mayan and Spanish origin here," he says.  "I am British, Spanish and Mayan." I take a good look at him.   He is handsome, with olive skin, structured features, dark eyes and long black lashes. We compare notes on our lives and our countries for the next hour.

Eventually we are dropped off at an activity complex built in the rain forest.  The zip lining site is located among a canopy of palms, allspice and cashew nut trees.  While Mr. Wiser's, Mr. Maui and Ritzy are zipping through the trees, the Snorkels, Sheri and I have pre-tubing beer.

In no time the zip-liners are back and we are kitted out with tubes and life jackets. So begins an entertaining but agonizing 20 minute hike over a rock path in thinly soled water shoes.   There's lots of laughter as we amble along, and lots of people, including myself, looking to find a dirt path that is easier on the feet. Finally, after twice wading through the river, we reach the mouth of the caves.

"Come over here mama and papa, you are the anchors."  Our guide Jamie is talking to Brad and Angelina Snorkel.  He is arranging us in one long line of tubes.   "Hold on to Papa's feet,"  he says to Angelina.

When we finally all have our life jackets on and have the feet of the person behind us in a death grip,  we are pushed out into the stream.   Incredibly, Jamie starts towing us, swimming the back stroke and giving us the information about the caves.  

These caves were referred to as "hell" by the Mayan's," he says. "It was where the dead congregated."

In spite of what sounds like at rather ominous location and my claustrophobia, I am feeling pretty good.  The ceilings are actually quite high and there is lots of room to move and breathe.  In fact, I am able to relax enough to fully appreciate what I am looking at. I see stalactite's dripping water and hanging down from the top of the cave like giant fangs.  We float by a waterfall which is followed by shelves of stalagmites rising up to form scenes that our guide describes to us.

"If you look to the left you will see Bob Marley standing next to the Virgin Mary. This is the only place in the world where the two come together in such a public way," he chuckles.   I can't help but laugh to myself as well, thinking of how this coupling of  icons is somewhat symbolic of the unique combination influences in my own life.

Although Jamie is largely steering us, there are moments when the ride is unpredictable and we bump off the side of the caves or have to lift our butts way up in shallow parts of the river.  In the end, we exit the caves and come out into the sun.  Looking back at the dark hole in the cliff face it does seem like we have just been through another dimension of existence.

We float down the river and eventually end up at the point where we started our hike. After a snack and more beer, we board the bus. As we make our way back to the ship I sit with Fabian again.   He asks me how I have enjoyed Belize.




"I love it here," I say.   "Today was fabulous, there is absolutely no question I'll be back again."

Never quit,

Mary

Coming up next:  Home from vacation, I put my bike away for the winter and head back to spinning class.