A weathered Garifuna man greeted me at the dock. His boat was a rough fiberglass skiff that looked to be as comfortable here in the Caribbean as it would be chasing cargo ships off the Horn of Africa....
Clayton Willams and Dirk Francisco pick me up on the edge of the Caribbean Sea. Two hours by road from the jungle lodge, I’m now holed up at a Belizean dive resort called Hamanasi. Williams and Francisco are...
The Macal River dances down from the Maya Mountains for almost 200 miles before flowing into its larger cousin, the River Belize. Though the river has been prone to sudden and violent floods in the past, the Macal...
“Okay. Deep breathe. Take one step. Take two. You’re a pro. You can do this.” At the top of a Mayan ruin a half-mile from the Guatemalan border, I had an epiphany. I’ve been off of the road...
