My understanding is that a cenote is a place where the limestone ground has eroded, revealing an underground river.
It was amazing swimming with fish and turtles in perfectly blue, clear water in and out of caves with bats and birds perched above me.
We left our hostel
to visit the Mayan ruins,
and settled there on the beach.
We caught a water taxi over the border to Mexico.
Our sleep in the thatched attic of the building in this photo was interrupted by a possum sized mammal, possibly a rodent, which took some persuading to leave.
Warm, clear Lake Bacalar, the lake of seven colours, appears to have only six this rainy morning.
We wandered this morning,
and found there are three streets crossing the island; Front Street, Middle Street and Back Street.
I had coconut, lime juice and fry jack for breakfast.
Viv has gone snorkelling, but after a cheap lobster burrito, I am following the traffic sign directive.
We caught the bus from this charming bus station, across the road from the Southern Workers Union hq.
Then we took a water taxi to the island of Caye Caulker. On arrival, we stopped for lunch,
then walked up the beach to our cabana.
Now we must rest.