Entering Belize from Mexico was quite easy. We handed our vehicle permit back on the mexican side and had the vehicles registered in Belize. That we still do not have a License plate was not a real problem. Suggesting to fill the Frame number into the form was sufficient for the guy at the customs desk. The only small hickup was, that the mexicans had not stamped the entrance date into our passports at the Tijuana border. Strangely the Belizian immigration wanted to see that stamp. Showing the credit card slip (with its date on it) with which we paid for the immigration in Tijuana did the trick.

Belize has a completely different look and feel than Mexico. The Latino Rythms you are entertained with in Mexico at every corner are exchanged for Raegge-Beats here. Most of the houses are built out of wood and the front lawns are accurately cut.

Although Belize city is not very big, its supposed to be extremely dangerous in terms of beeing robbed or getting the bikes stolen. Already 200 km north of Belize City, the border post warned us about parking our bikes there. Following the advice of the immigration officer and some cops on the streets of Belize City, we parked our bikes in the parking lot of one of the most expensive hotels in the city, the Pricess Hotel. After securing all our luggage and helmets to the bikes and locking the wheels together by chain, we headed to the harbour by taxi. The boat which brought us to the island cay caulker certainly had a few hundred horse power than it needed.

Cay Caulker is a small, car free island in the caribean. It has excellent snorkel and dive spots. The atmosphere is extremey relaxed. After spending to nights on the island, we headed back to the main land. Seeing that our bikes and all our equipment was still safely parkes at the hotel was a relief. All the people who told us that it was a stupid idea to leave anything in the city had made us quite nervous.

After having visited the Belize Zoo we headed to the Border with Guatemala. Again, leaving Belize was no big issue. But than the Guatemalan customs officer refused to register our bikes because they did not have license plates. There is even a sign at the boarder which states that only registered vehicles with a metalic license plate are allowed to enter Guatemala. After a while, we managed to convince the officer, that we were allowed to draw our own license plates onto a piece of paper and stick them to the back ofour bikes. As numbers we used the serial number of the DMV-Paperslip. At the end, this was ok, for the officer. Although the guy was frequently complaining about our complicated case, he did not even want any money for all the trouble we have caused him.

In general doing all paper work at the border is quite some work. Without having a copy machine on their premises, the customs officer requested that we had all documents freshly copied, even with his own stamps on them. So we had to take a cab to the city center to get them copied.

Later, in Coban we had our new license plates properly printed on some paper, had them laminated in thick plastic and attached them to the bikes. With lots of police cars on the streets, we thought that might be a good idea.

These plates worked now very well throughout several Countries and the Borders to el Slavador, Honduras and Nicaragua. It seems, that it would have been quite difficult to cross any of those Borders without those self-made plates.

We have been quite surprised about the cost of crossing from El Salvador into Honuras. In total it was about US$50 per Bike. The process of doing the paperwork included about 6 guys handling our papers, forguys checking the plates and Frame number at different time and a total of 48 photocopies of our documents. honduras really earned its nickname as 'Banana republic'.