Cara Suites Hotel & Conference 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.

... you were forced to do a balancing act amidst branches and palm fronds, and at the last minute, slide down the short ledge, into the wet sand, and sprint to the leaning palm tree trunk before the tide water washed up over your boots. And on this particular night, the last night, I was forced to leap up onto the palm trunk to avoid getting smacked by incoming water, and, later on in the evening when we were forced to leave our patrol zone due to high tide, Amada and I had almost ...

... entire back end of the kayak sank. I mean SANK below the water line. The sinking, of course, caused the kayak to tip over and dump Lee and Richard back into the water. Meanwhile, Peter was having no better luck with his single, and multitudes of paddles, water bottles, and sundry items were again set adrift into the open ocean. Being astute kayakers, Ronald, Richard, and I came to the realization that the vessel was obviously full of water and had to be emptied ...

... Christopher Mitchell how much of a crime problem is in Matura. Christopher said, "There is no crime."

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 ...

... kayaking due to the whole caiman/anaconda scenario at the last river we visited. But I figured that I'd be fine in the safety of my plastic kayak.

Our guide for the day was a fantastic young Trini guy named Ronald who was also part of the Nature Seekers staff. Askim, Peter, Lee and I, along with our kayak guide Dave, who seemed to be transitioning from dredlocks to traditional hair and was tatted with wings spreading across his shoulder blades ...

... pole-position driver to avoid the 1,001 bony stray dogs that fell asleep in the middle of the road. And let me add that while hanging out in the airport, I noticed that something had happened to Baptiste's eye. He told us that he'd lost his vision in a motorcycle accident, which also wrecked his knee; he was waiting for knee replacement.....SO, our driver during this whole pole position fiasco was a guy who was only operating with one good eye and one ...

... re the tall tall guys with the stilts who are these ghost, devil things. Troy and Caroline would be so proud at PLU! :) So yea, pictures to come with that, I have an adorable pciture of me and this one girls who was part of a group who was a bunch of indian gals with elaborate flowy red costumes - is on my desktop on my laptop! :) Anyhoo. Carnival is on next Tuesday. J'Ouvert is next Monday. Rehearsals and costume fittings are ...

... end up tying) Scarborough is not the best place to be alone at night by yourself drunk without someone else. Anyway, this guys is a grown man and can take care of himself. So we didn't worry about him. That is, until he didn't show up the next morning. We looked all over Scarborough for him. The bar, the Police station, The Hospital, the drunk-tank, the survey boat, and various ditches and ravines between said locations. People seemed nice enough in helping us try to find him ...

... attemted to give it to some one that did not want it. Well I couldnt believe my ears. I immediately started a paper chase. After about two weeks of emailing, i had descovered that the ower and his wife we currently cruising up-island and had attempted to give it to a man from Grenada who had come to look at it but decided that she was un sea worthy. But it wasnt till one Sunday evening braai (bbq) that entered my email address to ...

... A thin, lengthy beach spectated the soothingly silverish gateway to the sea that spread apart the tropical mountains concealing it all. Single, round palm trees shot up to shade the beach in patternless spurts. More tall mountains perched like vultures behind the beach. Tony was uncontainably gleeful over the carreon he'd scored on this day. He took off his shirt and galloped toward the white waves. It was a special day for him. In addition to the beach trip, he'd ...