Alicia's Palace 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>

... The log was weathered, missing all of its bark, and began to feel very unyielding after about 10 minutes. We spent many a snack-break sitting on this log under the bouy, unwrapping our cakes and muffins that the kitchen ladies had prepared for us, and enjoying them while facing the dark, rolling water. We watched shooting stars here. Every night, stars falling down to the horizon where the sky met the sea. I looked up and made the same wish on every single star.<br><br>love,Q<br><br>

... the dog." I skinned my knee.<br><br>We learned later at our team dinner, that Rodger and the guide had actually made it to the uninhabited island. But when the guide saw that we were in need of assistance, he took Rodger's life vest and kayak and attempted to reach us on his own. Somehow, he capsized as well, let the kayak drift away, and swam into the shore. Meanwhile, he had abandoned Rodger on the uninhabited island to fend for himself.<br><br>love,Q<br>

... were not consistent with net entanglement or other fishery-related activity. These animals had large holes in their shoulders and crushed carapaces and one even had skull damage. And every night there were footprints leading out across the sand in places were Nature Seekers had not yet gone. And many times, it appeared there were sticks standing vertically in the sand in the exact spots where Leatherbacks had laid their nests. On our nightly walks on the beach, we ...

... accent and deficit for pronouncing "th". It comes out "T", so that "south" sounds like "sout" and "north" sounds like "nort". And so it took me a while to figure out what Jesse told us would be happening after our second event and before our "fort" event... Carnival preparation in Trinidad begins the day after Christmas and is nothing short of a national obsession. People dance and party in the streets for two days. The music includes the steel pans, calypso and soca ...

... park of Port-of-Spain is the closest I've seen to what I imagine Congo Square to have been like. Mostly its just rival boom-boxes selling pirate CD's and ensuring that no one will suffer in silence, but somehow it lives and moves and breathes like an organism of which the individuals are only body parts. Liquor lines tables and the brain cells of people dancing with their own ghosts, both aging retirees on the way out feeling it ...

... think my writing will do it any justice...alas, I will try my best. Our trip to Trini began on Sunday, February 18th, as Joel (a very good Guyanese friend), Tiffany, Yvonne and I took the quick 45 minute flight from Guyana into Port-of-Spain, Trinidad. We were very lucky to find ...

... all the imported labels you could imagine, so we stocked up on things we needed. We also saw a film, but to get there we had to navigate the local taxi system .. they have area taxis that only cover a couple of km`s for a fixed fee and any further you pay by the km. Quite a good system, but the taxis are not marked and they dont look or feel very safe. At this point we decided that people in Trinidad must surely be hard of hearing. The volume in the cinema nearly knocked us out of ...

... who has a large fore-head, shiny hair that twirls, and skin tanned like someone living on an island, protrude so much when she smiles I don't think she could pass through a door. She shows her teeth, but firmly locks them. Her lashes flash and her eyes glow. Each smile of hers is glossy perfect, like a rare photograph you'd put on display. Fedora loves to laugh, and she flirts with quick quips on how great she is or how not you are ...

So, my fantasy girl went on her way. It's only logical that Katarina would continue her figure skating tour briefly before returning for me and going to live forever together on our Bavarian farm. And if she wasn't going to be around St. Petersburg, Florida, there was no point in me being there, constantly haunted by memories of all the good times we'd had together. All twenty minutes of them. Well, I figured, might-as-well go to Trinidad. I soon split town, heading south for a few ...