The beach that runs in front of Livingston is lined with fishing boats, small restaurants, and wooden houses painted in the Caribbean palette — blues, greens, yellows. It is not a swimming beach in the resort sense — the water is calm but the beach is used actively by the fishing community — but it is one of the more atmospheric stretches of Caribbean coastline in Central America.
Sit at one of the waterfront restaurants in the late afternoon, order a beer, and watch the lanchas come and go. The town's character is most visible here: the mix of Garífuna fishermen, Q'eqchi' Maya traders arriving by boat from the lake, and the occasional tourist who made it to the end of the road. The road, of course, doesn't exist. That's the point.