February 1, 2018

A small collection of memories from our trip in Caye Caulker, Belize, over a series of blog posts.

Cars aren't allowed on Caye Caulker so everyone drives around in golf carts, and some of them are available to rent as taxis so you can get around.

One night John and I needed to get back to our AirBnB and then get back into town, so we hailed a taxi and hopped on.

We'd seen the driver around before: he looks like he's straight outta compton, and since nobody else on the island dresses like that he stood out.

He gave us a lift there and back and was really quiet, which was unusual.

Most of the taxi drivers are super chatty and give you their name and phone number so you can call them whenever.

Some of them will even deliver your groceries for you.

Like I said, the Caye Caulker hustle is real.

So anyway fast-forward to a few nights later when we're out with some friends we made on the island.

We're talking about Thug Taxi and our friend Jenn gasps and says

"that guy isn't a taxi! He gave us a lift from the water taxi and someone told us later that he doesn't have a taxi license."

Whoops.

The next day we saw him as we were on our way to the laundromat and he waved at us. John yelled "hey, what are you up to today?" and he held up a bag of clothes and said

"it's laundry day, man."