Blue Hole

Prior to arriving, I told Jam that if I do nothing else in Belize I want to fly over the Blue Hole (and drink a Belikin). Well, for her 25th birthday, that's exactly what happened. In a 1964 Cessna that felt more like being in a toy than a plane, we took for the seas and parked it at about 8,000 feet. It hits you when after you step out you see 2 guys push it back into it's parking space.



At any rate, I can say that the islands off the coast of Belize offer some of the most spectacular views. Belize claims to have 3 of the 4 atolls (defined to me as an island surrounded by a ring of coral) in the Western hemisphere, along with literally hundreds of smaller cayes scattered throughout the sea.

I asked the pilot if there would be an in-flight beverage service, to which he replied, "Man, you could have brought up rum and done shots if you wanted". Everyone, I hope you are taking notes.



30 minutes later I saw it in the distance from the cockpit window. The pilot took a turn ("squaring it up" to get a closer look) so sharp I thought I was going to fall out of plane. Next time I'm pulling a Jacques Cousteau and going by boat! Jam of course was perfectly fine and I lamented about how it is she can be so afraid of rollercoasters but perfectly calm in a little '64 Cessna.



I've always been fascinated with flying and some day, time and money permitting, I'd love to learn.




FYI: It's good to own an island, but not good to sail your tanker into coral.