Acajou Hotel North Coast

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>

... were incredibly nimble and hand like, and they stretched way down into the growing egg chamber in the sand to pat down the walls and collect little scoops of sand, which were then flung over her shoulder into the air. The rear flippers always made me laugh and were in great contrast to her robust front flippers. I don't remember if we placed tags on this girl or what her measurements were. But I remember that the tourist groups were blessedly occupied with another turtle nearby ...

... like the movie "Weekend at Bernie's" and she was Bernie. Dressed in sandals, shorts, a lovely little red life vest, giant sunglasses, and a floppy wide-brimmed hat. The brim of the hat played around on the surface of the water, much like an octopus, but, for reasons unknown, Lee was still floating face down. I reached in to grab her vest, and at that moment, she regained her composure, became upright in the water and looked in my direction through wet sunglasses ...

... and stood outside the Honda with beer bottles in hand. I saw them saunter up to the visitor counter and that was when the heat turned on. Now mind you, the only activity occurring on this protected beach at this time of night was turtle viewing. And I wondered in my own thoughts what possessed these four guys to make the drive through the Matura jungle, over potholed, muddy roads, to this secluded destination at 1:00 a.m. Turtle viewing? Ah, no. They began to cause a ruckus ...

During the daytime hours, we have the option of hanging out at our accommodations at Susan's Guesthouse in Matura village, maybe toodling over to the Dis-and-Dat Shoppe to pick up a bottle of pop, roaming the village streets and fending off crazed looking island dogs that are a cross between Corgies and Beagles, or venturing out onto a planned excursion. Yesterday, the planned excursion was a kayaking adventure on the Salybia River. Now, I was a little leery ...

... scoops out a mound of sand, and flips it forward where it flies over her head. In our rush and time of discombobulation, I decided to gather some data during the digging. I grabbed the electronic scanner and kneeled down in front of the girl, where I began to slowly wave the scanner over her shoulders and head to detect a potential microchip. As it was dark on the beach, I couldn't seen the giant mound of sand that she had flipped from the egg chamber, hurtling through the air ...

... on our way to the beach, I was sitting on a giant white crate in the truck bed next to a Nature Seeker named Ralph. Ralph and I were talking about the local snakes and where an unfortunate soul could go to get anti-venom for a snake bite. Ralph told me he was desperately afraid of snakes, especially anacondas. I laughed and asked him where in the world he'd seen an anaconda.<br><br>Ralph said that the Orozco River was full of anacondas.<br><br>love,Q<br><br>

It seems to be a pretty common occurrence here that the fishermen want to pull their boats up onto shore to wash them and they expect anyone and everyone to help. So basically it goes like this...we are lying on the beach and see a pirogue come close into shore. The guys starts waving and yelling and you realize he wants some help. You head down, grab hold of the boat, wait for a wave and haul like hell. Sometimes this is repeated over and over again until the boat ...

... to the goings on. Our problem arose several weeks ago, sometime in early april when we were told by immergration officials that our visas for trini and tobago would expire today (the 15th of may) this would mean the end of our second term in trini, and a very unlikely chance of extending it further which ment that sparrow would need to be finnished and sailing.... Needless to say that that was just another bit of optomism shinning through. Anyhow we kept ...

... going home, David tried catching the ball in his swimsuit, and I sprinted into the ocean shallows to attempt full-effort diving leap grabs (this last, great pasttime has come to be known, and cherished, in the United States as "The Infamous Amphibious Tennis-Ball Game" as Ewan "Johnny" Smith so appropriately dubbed it). Caracas found a bat-shaped, blue-painted wooden stick in a food stall; Gerardo rushed to join in; and the game was on. Highlights on ...