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. <br><br> <br>

... amazingly proficient in creating little works of art that I'd actually wear. On the first day of glass melting, I nosed around in the workshop to see what was going on...I was a little concerned at the odd blobby shapes of the jewelry that were appearing. Sort of along the lines of a macaroni string necklace that mom and pop wear just because the kid makes it. On the first day of glass melting, I would have bought one of the pieces, because by then I knew these guys and they ...

... 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 ...

... passed areas where fire pits had been assembled, and arrays of bottles had been discarded into the sand. And there had not been one single time, day or night, when we had been at this beach and not come across groups of men who seemed to have no permit and no recreational purpose on the beach.<br><br>....but there is no poaching, and, from the surface, everything is pretty in Trinidad.<br><br>The first time I went to the Dis-and-Dat Shoppe, which is a small convenience store ...

... br><br>Documenting the turtles is not easy. The first night, I felt unsure of how close I could get to the animal. The second night I felt more comfortable with touching her and being near her head while she was in her laying coma. By last night, night #5 of nighttime turtle science, Peter, Chris and I were at a whole-notha-level of comfort. With that comfort came some measure of foolishness on our part as to what we were willing to do for the sake of ...

... on the counter. One red, one orange, and one a muddy brown that reminded me of Fijian kava. Baptiste said the brown beverage was a local delight called "Mauby." When asked about the contents of Mauby, Baptiste sort of shrugged and said it was made from bark. Hmm.....not the most deliciously tempting description, but how bad could bark be? It couldn't be too ugly if there was a giant swirling vat of it for sale. Drinking my cup of Mauby was like ...

... major ecosystems are represented; tropical rainforest, mangroves, wetlands, lowland forest, coral reefs, and seabird nesting islands. The food is diverse as well...so far we are loving the doubles and the roti! Paul has found three different rums and three different beers and of course the hot sauces are monumental! More to come when we get quicker access and hopefully we can access our mail from somewhere else soon, Kate and Paul

... 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 ...

... from Hout Bay Yacht Club who had arrived with his wife Lyn on board their yacht Resolve), and Malcom (a 70 year young native Canadian Indian who we had met the night before after a lot of rum and coke) jumped into the Whaler and towing commensed. Through the moorings and yachts we went and out into the open water, zig-zagging as we went. It was a lovely sensation to feel Sparrow glide through the water beneath me as I ...

... in shift to any subject other than the test match after test match of boring cricket he'd watched, I still had no friends to go to the beach with. I was going alone. Just before I left my witch-house, the land-lady squawked, "Justin! Why are you going to the beach alone!? Ask your roommate, David! He might go!!!" I'd considered asking David's plans, since he'd mentioned wanting to go to the beach this day. I decided I'd listen to the old shrew's advice to get ...