Talkin' Shit About A Pretty Sunset

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This fish looks small, but it's actually 10 feet long.


On top of a pile of discarded conch shells.


Conchs don't look like this in nature. I promise.


Downtown Caye Caulker.


Dogs run wild on the island.


Some locals gave us this jeep.


Pits, doing what he does best: beating big barracuda senseless.


Brain freeze on the beach.


On Wish Willy's hammock.


The wall inside Wish Willy's "restaurant".


Not a very tough name for a sailboat, if you ask me.


Belikin Beer: a ubiquitous international lager.


A lot of diving outfits offer trips to the Blue Hole.


This is John, the guy I fished with for a few days. We fished together for 5 to 8 hours at a time and exchanged maybe 20 words. He's been coming to Caye Caulker almost every year since the mid 1980s---each trip for about two months. The boat owner says he goes out fishing every day he's in town. And what does John do for a living? He's a carpenter and owns a portable saw mill in North Carolina. No joke.


Most popular spot for locals: the basketball court.