Caye Caulker / Inflate-Burst-Flux of a Clichéd Island Bubble
the bond of a moment's fun
Right off the coast near Belize City the itsy-bitsy islet Caye Caulker is sort of the only real backpacker Mecca around, albeit lacking the centerpiece of any Caribbean island bubble: a beach. Yet, everything else that caters to the hedonistic needs of the rucksack pilgrimage is right in place - party hostels with wicked names, reggae joints, and street stall seafood-barbecues. The mostly Creole population beams friendly rays into the atmosphere to come your way, while the chilled law of the kingdom forbids cars and demands leisure. So golf-carts, hammocks and taking life belizy it is (yes, people actually talk like this).
Not much of you or anybody else can stay there, too little the ripple, too constant the stream. A moment’s fun is the bond and doesn’t ask for any more or less.
Since the island also attracts suitcase vacationers, people from all walks of life are whisked together and mingle day and night at the "Split", which brags with an abundance of Caribbean sunsets. Legend has it that Hurricane Hattie sawed the island in half back in 1961, belieze it or not. Whatever happened, now Caye Caulker is two chunks and at the strait is where the party's at.
So if you don't mind the crowds and are not thrown off by a heavily clichéd Bob-Marley-vibe, a chilled beer already has your name on it. And so you come as they go, before you go as well to keep the bubble in constant inflate-burst-flux. Not much of you or anybody else can stay there in the memories of the locals, too little the ripple, too constant the stream. A moment’s fun is the bond and doesn’t ask for any more or less. Fair enough. And off you jump into the next bubble, or maybe the journey has something else in store for you, or dare I even say something more real?