Caye Caulker vs. Ambergris Caye, Belize: Which Wins?

As we were planning our Belize Honeymoon, advice flew forth from friends, fast and furious:

“Go to Ambergris Caye! It’s more posh and there’s more to do.”

“No, Caye Caulker is so much better! It’s so chill and relaxing.”

Back and forth the factions battled, until at last Colin and I settled on three nights in Ambergris Caye, followed by one night in the center of Caye Caulker.

That way we could sample each and compare.

What’s the verdict?

We loved both islands, each in their own special way, but we were happy with how we timed our stay.

Here is the tale of our time in Caye Caulker so you can make your own decision.

Colin and I were so relaxed during our stay in Ambergris Caye that we guffawed when locals told us, “Caye Caulker is where we go to chill out. It’s much more laid-back than here.”

“How is it possible to be more relaxed than Ambergris Caye?” I asked in shock.

But the moment we stepped off the water taxi onto Caye Caulker, we understood.

The vibe on the tiny island is so completely chill that we fell immediately into a hazy, happy stupor.

We dropped our bags at the hotel (a two minute walk from the water taxi, as most things are, given the size of the Caye), and began wandering.

There are no cars on the island, so except for the occasional slow-moving golf-cart, we could stroll down the center of the dirt roads in peace. It’s so relaxing to hear zero motors in the air!

First we wandered south of the water taxi dock. I was starving, but it was 4pm and not much seemed to be open.

We sauntered along the beach, which grew wilder as we walked on.

“Oooh!” we cooed, ogling a hotel that featured weather-worn beach bungalows on stilts between the sea and jungle.

Speaking of jungle, we then came to a wall of green trees.

Ever-resourceful, Colin spotted a path into the thicket. I trailed along behind, scouring the earth with my eyes for snakes.

We trudged through the thick, steamy jungle. “The last time I blindly wandered an island, I was in Thailand,” I muttered. “I’m scared!”

“Don’t worry,” said Colin, “Hippies have been here!” He pointed at the neatly painted signs labeling each of the tree species in front of us.

“Oh good,” I sighed.

Sure enough, after a few more minutes of jungle tromping, we emerged into a dusty golden dirt road. We peered around and realized we’d hiked to the end of the tiny island.

“Let’s hike to the other end now!” I sang.

So this time we walked through the center of Caye Caulker, passing wind-caressed wooden houses, locals sitting or strolling tranquilly outside, a man wheeling a giant cart of brightly colored plastic thingies, happy visitors, and so on.

Not much time had passed before we spotted the far tip of Caye Caulker.

“It’s called “The Split” because that’s where it split from that other land over there,” I told Colin.

All around the island tip, azure water lapped at the crumbling concrete barriers. Gleeful swimmers of all colors and backgrounds bobbed in the water and reggae music wafted from a homey wooden restaurant.

We bought ice cream because we ached for it. Colin’s cone was better than mine, despite my initial certainty that “Chocolate Crunch” would best “White and Dark Choco.” Luckily, my husband was kind and let me take some bites.

Then we spied several piers stretching into the water, unguarded.

“Are those hammocks swinging from the end of that pier???” I exclaimed. We closed in to investigate. Yes, by golly– there were two delicious hammocks overlooking the Caribbean Sea.

Colin and I snuggled into the rope cocoons and swung gently in the breeze.

We licked ice cream and watched two people attempt unsuccessfully to kite surf.

The kite made a “BLAT!” sound each time it smashed onto the ocean surface: the loudest sound we heard our whole time in car-free Caye Caulker.

After an hour of hammocking, it was a respectable dinner time, and thus we walked to the first open-air restaurant we found: an excellent Belizean-Italian joint.

I ate seafood lasagna and Colin scarfed a fire-grilled lobster with watermelon and mango.

“This island is awesome,” I purred between mouthfuls.

“We would have had a different Honeymoon flavor if we spent more time here,” said Colin, “but I’m content how we timed things.”

“What?” I said. “My brain is not on right now.”

The equatorial sun sank behind the beach palm trees in front of us, turning the ocean periwinkle, then silver-black.

So what about you, dear reader? Which seems more your scene: lively and refined Ambergris Caye, or chilled-out-to-the-max Caye Caulker?

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