Ambassador Trinidad

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>

... bottom of the kayaks. Then I made out the shapes of three heads, floating above the water line next to the upended kayaks. At first it made me laugh and I yelled at Ronald, "They all capsized!" Of course I assumed that they were all fine, since, for godsakes, who would go ocean kayaking without knowing how to swim....right? And they were all wearing life vests. No worries! But it became quickly apparent, even at a distance, that Peter, Lee and Richard could not get ...

... Christopher Mitchell how much of a crime problem is in Matura. Christopher said, "There is no crime."<br><br>I didn't know this until just recently, but every evening when the volunteers leave Suzan's Guesthouse for the beach, Suzan's husband, Baptiste stays behind. I thought it was because of Baptiste's bum knee and one-eyed status, rendering him challenged for beach patrols. But I found out that the reason Baptiste stays behind is to watch the house. Apparently everyone ...

... at the lines game, and this was no different. Twenty or so lines leading to immigration officers who were on island time. The lady in authority in the glass shack at the front of my line appeared to not want to let anyone into the country. You could see the travelers at her window, putting their faces up to the little circle cut-out in the glass shack to grasp her questions, and then give her answers that totally didn't meet her liking. I've been in this ...

... We truly are no longer accustomed to so many peoole smoking all the time...and the popularity of small items of beach wear that show sagging breasts and testicles is not to be believed! Suffice it to say that we have inhaled more smoke and seen more decrepid body parts than we would care to in a lifetime.

... please... But enough about that, let's talk about Trinidad! :D And the lack of a water supply! YAY! I was taking a shower yesterday when the water went off, and thankfully I got all the shampoo before it was totally - but that was a few mintues of panic going 'Ah! Water! I need you! Suds still in hair!' I'd say that the water does not function about 1/5th of the time in my building, and the electricity has gone out once this ...

... gradually after having yet another wild South African "getogether" with the team of helpers we had organized for the tow-around. After a quick nibble for breakfast we all pilled into the mighty tow - boat (a boston whaler with a 60hsp outboard on the back) and we blatted around to TTSA in the warm darkness. Before we could launch Sparrow, we had a couple of urgent hole blocking jobs left that I had been unable to complete ...

We caught the 12 noon flight out of Crown Point to the Port of Spain in Trinidad, a bumpy 20 minute jaunt to Tobago´s much bigger brother island. We had been warned by lots of people that Trinidad was crime ridden, and that kidnappings were a particular flavour of the month (although targetted at local businessmen, rather than tourists - at least so far...) so we were fairly cautious in our approach. I had ...

... this slight numbing wound was all that happened during my rainforest climb. Another time, I'd pulled up a log in front of me, and a pointy, unseen piece came straight up into my chin. Ohhh, the joys of the jungle. I spotted a large, white house and made it out. Blue Range and freedom! The risk of injury on my journey had been great. The risk of enjoyment: small. I was filthefied, and I scurried to find drink. Beneath my dirty shirt and bathing suit, my back was green ...