It's Pronounced "Key."

Two major islands: Ambergris and Caulker. Yesterday was Ambergris and its city of San Pedro. Today will be the. smaller, more sedate charms of Caye Caulker. 
I keep forgetting that Caye is pronounced "key."
Bob had given me two coupon codes, so after another speedy breakfast (inclusive with my hotel accommodations; have I not mentioned that?), I dash off to the ferry terminal, this time on foot, and arrive with time to spare. 
Caye Caulker is an earlier stop than Caye Ambergris, so I'm off the boat before nine o'clock, onto another tropical paradise. 
I felt that yesterday, I did San Pedro somewhat wrong, so today, I rent a bike pretty quickly. It's a smaller island, so I hope I can bike it in an hour, start to finish, and get the lay of the land. Nope. The northern properties are pretty isolated, and pretty pretty, but they mostly have For Sale signs on them. One was palatial, but looked almost abandoned, except for what I assumed was a caretaker. 
I was sweating too much to take pictures, but later on in the day...

Ah...

And...

I know, right...?

This is the island they say you go to to relax. So after my circumnavigation, looking around at the properties and water, I found places to sit, and places to drink, and places to find wifi, and I looked. 

It was nice. 

In between. I kept consulting Fodor's, looking for places to eat. Places were closed and street signs were indistinct, and the storefronts I saw were less interesting than the ones in the book, and... I ended up just buying alcoholic beverages at bars and soft drinks at markets. Cool, though. 

It was a low key day. I talked to a german couple for a second. I think that was it for interactions. 

A... house? I don't know what I'm doing anymore.

In the last hour, I ended up at a restaurant bar called Bamboozle and got Coconut Curry Fish. The curry ended up on my shirt, the bill came as the boat arrived, and I rushed off, leaving a tip about the size of the bill - guy didn't even give me my garlic bread. I give the place half the stars. 

It was a hot day. It was a cool place. Maybe I could be there. 

When I got back to Belize, Richard was at the front gate. 

"Hey, man!" I said, as we shook, "I was out on Caye Caulker today. I think I'm just gonna walk back. You have a good one!" 

I took the long way back to the hotel. 

And, uh, FYI, this is the place I still haven't gone to. Worth a look, though, huh? 

It doesn't LOOK famous...