On Sunday morning, we woke up at 6 to catch the 6:30 water taxi to San Pedro, which would then connect us to Chetumal, Mexico. The first boat ride was smooth (though we nearly missed it), and we arrived on Ambergris a little after 7. At the immigration office we learned that the 7:30 boat to Chetumal would be delayed until 8:30. Perfect, we thought: plenty of time for that breakfast we had to forsake on Caye Caulker!
Since it was Sunday (Palm Sunday, even), almost everything in town was closed. We decided to eat at a small cafe where we'd been before, which, apparently, is never closed. We sat down just after 7:30, and by the time 8:20 rolled around and we still had no food, we were beginning to worry. We found the cook and asked for our meals to-go, got our three plates wrapped in tinfoil, chugged our orange juice at the counter, threw some money down, and made it back to the water taxi terminal by 8:27. We took care of our immigration paperwork and ended up wolfing down breakfast while waiting to board the boat. It's a good thing we ate before getting on the boat, because it didn't take long for my fried eggs to become thoroughly scrambled. Added bonus of the whole breakfast ordeal: a free plate! The restaurant must have only had two paper plates because my meal came on a real one. Under normal circumstances, I'd be thrilled about free flatware; unfortunately, it's much less thrilling to acquire free things when you're backpacking and you actually have to lug them around. I was reluctant to throw it out just yet, so The Plate and I hopped on the boat, Chetumal bound.
(The Plate and I said our goodbyes in Tulum the next day.)