One of Belize’s Best Beach Towns Is Hidden Between the Sea and the Jungle

Placencia isn’t a resort town. It’s quieter. Warmer. Slower. The kind of place where the Caribbean still feels intimate — and where you can walk barefoot from your beach cabana to a seaside shack for grilled lobster and a cold Belikin, then head back to your hotel on a bike. You don’t come here to be seen. You come to disappear.

This is southern Belize, a long, narrow peninsula that feels like a sandbar turned sanctuary — 16 miles of golden beach lined with fishing boats, palms, and low-slung villas. The Caribbean Sea on one side, the Placencia Lagoon and the Maya Mountains on the other. And in between, a village that hasn’t forgotten what it means to be truly local. You feel it the moment you arrive — not by cruise ship or megaplane, but by small airstrip or coastal road. There’s no high-rise skyline here. Just open sky, open water, and a metronome that runs on conversation, not clocks.

The Experience Begins Where the Pavement Ends

Start your day watching the sun rise over the sea from the front porch of a beachfront bungalow. Walk along the sidewalk — yes, the sidewalk — that winds through Placencia Village, past art galleries, coffee stalls, and roadside grills. You’re just as likely to meet a fisherman as a French pastry chef. And when you’re ready to explore offshore, there are islands. Dozens of them. Silk Cayes, Laughing Bird Caye, and remote coral islets that feel like movie sets left behind by accident. Placencia is your launch point for reef diving, whale shark encounters (between March and June), and barefoot castaway lunches with fresh conch ceviche and grilled snapper.

This is a place that’s alive, vibrant, dynamic but somehow magically relaxed, too. That’s not an easy feat to pull off. Placencia does it. It’s one of a cornucopia of great little beach towns in Belize (including another one we recently visited, Hopkins).

Where to Stay: A Belizean Icon

At the edge of the village, where the beach becomes more private and the palms thicken, you’ll find Turtle Inn — Francis Ford Coppola’s barefoot-luxury masterpiece. It’s more than a resort. It’s a thatched sanctuary where Balinese design meets Belizean soul. Coppola built it as a family hideaway, and it still feels that way. Each seafront cottage is hand-crafted, breezy, and open to the elements — no phones, no TVs, just the sound of surf and rustling palms. You can snorkel before breakfast, take a river tour through mangroves after lunch, and dine at the Mare restaurant on fresh pasta made in-house. You’ll fall in love with the “shell phones” in the rooms, something I loved on my visit. (Want to get further away? The Coppolas also have a private-island not too far off the coast that you can rent).

There’s even an open-air movie house — a nod to Coppola’s film roots — where you can end your day under the stars — and a gelato bar for younger guests. 

More Than a Beach

Placencia isn’t just a gateway to Belize’s Caribbean. It’s a bridge between cultures and ecosystems. Inland, you’re close to jungle reserves, Maya ruins, and wildlife tours where howler monkeys swing overhead and jaguar tracks mark the trail. It’s also a place where sustainable tourism isn’t a trend — it’s tradition. Many resorts, including Turtle Inn, support local farmers, artisans, and conservation efforts. The Placencia you see is the Placencia the community protects.

How to Get Here

Fly into Belize City, then connect via Tropic Air or Maya Island Air for the short hop to Placencia. From there, everything slows down.

You can walk. You can bike. You can paddleboard. But you won’t want to rush.