As if the view from the bow of a Panga isn’t satisfying enough, the tapestry of aquatic
green and blue flats is electrified by the Belize sun. This all unfolds while the Tropic Air
makes its final approach into PG.
There is no shuttle or taxi waiting for you upon arrival to PG. Instead, the airport
attendant asks where you’re headed. A few minutes later, Dennis Garbutt, eldest of
the Garbutt siblings and manager of the Lodge, arrives in his pickup marked with BTT
stickers.
Arriving at the Lodge is a wonderful feeling, knowing you have nothing but a week of
Permit fishing ahead of you. The best way to describe the feeling of being at Garbutts,
and the one they encourage, is when you’re here, you’re home..