Abercromby Inn Port of Spain

I decided to take advantage of my paid vacation and spend two weeks in Trinidad and Tobago. My good friend Kevin Fortune, who I met in college, is from Trinidad and was a phenomenal tour guide. I stayed away from computers, cell phones and any reading materials related to the economy and/or the environment. <br><br> <br>

... special to me....but the jewelry was pretty sad-looking all the same. But by yesterday, the day we departed from Matura, the talent started to bust loose in a crazy amazing way. I popped into the makeshift art studio early, and the guys had several completed necklaces laid out on the table...they'd really come far, and now I felt I was looking at something real and impressive. One of the guys, Michael, had seen me looking at some glass bead creations a few days prior, and he asked ...

... could no longer paddle myself since I had an armful of everyone else's paddles and water bottles and sundries that I'd saved from floating off to Venezuela. Suddenly, like another episode of Baywatch, a sleek and stylish speedboat came cruising toward us out of nowhere. It was Baptiste and his army, swooping in to save the un-athletic and water-logged! Baptiste and his crew expertly plucked the kayaks out of the water and lifted them into the boat. Ronald, Peter ...

... who come at night to view the turtles. A bunch of us were milling around at the Rustic Shack, turning in our radios and gear, swatting mosquitoes, and jawing with the young Trini guys who guided the tours. Now it was late....actually very early in morning, about 1:00 a.m....when four local guys in a souped-up Honda appeared out of the darkness and parked alongside the Rustic Shack. My cop-ometer immediately sent me into high alert, as the four houligans pitched open their ...

... humid to humid and sketchy. Chris, Peter, and I were located in Zone 13 on the outer limits of the beach, probably 2 miles from the beach entrance. The turtles were acting crazy, and were causing a ruckus on the beach that looked like remnants of a tractor pull. The sand was so torn up, walking was more a process of stumbling over dunes of sand. We came across more than one big girl who was busy digging in the dark and was throwing up the unhatched eggs ...

... Eye-witness reports tell of hundreds of slaves and free men of color (a large percentage of the population even then) taking the day off to perform age-old celebrations of music and dance in front of equally large numbers of spectators. This inspired more than a few Homies in the process. Thus almost all forms of American music had their origins right then and there. This golden age of cultural intercourse was as short-lived as the ...

... free! The last day was a Tuesday and we were surprised as the color of the water was semi-transparent, slightly green but you could see your feet and the bottom. In the Weekend the water had been dark green, we realized because there were so many locals who also use it to bath and as a toilet! With the water was even nicer and the beach deserted, it was hard to leave our lovely hotel with a balcony view right across the beach and the palms trees. We went to the capital, Port of ...

... sized soccer field! I have to say that I wasn't overly comfortable walking around by myself. I'm not sure if it's because I have no idea where I'm going or if it was for safety reasons. I made my way back to Mona's for about 1 pm. I've arrived in Trinidad with no place to live and not knowing a single person. Am I still excited? Yes, but that is starting to pale in comparison to the nervousness I'm starting to feel. Where am I going to live?

... have to deal directly with the joy-less, hunched-over, green-brained Trinidadian business-class. It also meant I would have enough money to celebrate David's birthday. On May 31, David turned the big 2-5. At another Venezuelan's residence, we gathered. We were joined by Fedora, Wilfreddy, Gerardo, and "Caracas," as always, and some other friends. We sat and drank a little Scotch. Gerardo, whose baby-smooth face and bulky frame make him ...

... Geez, this place used to always be so much busier two years ago." I preferred working for the crazy guy. Seeing how we're on the subject of making a buck, let me leave you with a good Trinidadian joke Dexter told me: "There are two guys, right? One uh de guys sells the other guy a donkey for $100. But, when de guy goes to get the donkey, it's lying there, dead. "Well, de guy want his money back. But the other guy says, 'too late, you gave me the money ...