Carlton Savannah 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>

... over unsuspecting Nature Seeker Ralph, using him as a barrier between us and the sea. Then there was the area past the ledge that hosted the decomposing sea turtle. It had been there for approximately one week, going through its various undignified stages, and now had been reduced to smelly mush with an aroma that put autopsy smells to shame. Then there was the slim log underneath a single palm tree called "Bouy" that served as our one semi-comfortable resting spot during our ...

... incident. Good God, what were they doing? Peter, in front, was holding his paddle as though he was mowing the lawn, the blades barely grazing the water. And Lee, what in the world was she doing? She had her paddle pushed out in front of her as though she was walking the tight rope. Ronald, Richard, and I all shouted out tips and encouragement, but it was no use. And the look on Peter's face...what was that look? At that moment, Peter and Lee appeared to be the ...

... that the guests at Suzan's have money, and cameras, and computers locked up neat and tidy in their rooms. Baptiste stays behind to keep the intruders at bay.<br><br>This afternoon, our one day off of the project, I was enjoying a nice afternoon lounge on the second floor terrace of Suzan's. The terrace overlooked Suzan's overgrown garden and, beyond, forest and jungle. This is where Trinidad's beauty is best on display...in the wildness of the flowers and birds and trees, in ...

... up to a mini-rapids and dragged our kayaks over the rocks and onward until reaching a sandbar and some deep, dappled pools of water. We spent the afternoon alternating between paddling, swimming in the jungle water, re-entacting a photo shoot from Sports Illustrated, and scenes from Tarzan in which Ronald and Peter shared the role of Tarzan swinging from vines into the river.<br><br>During our night patrol of the beach, the weather had turned from moonlit ...

... ll be flying in circles, which wouldn't be so bad, especially time-wise, if the lodging were more affordable. This is not an unreasonable expectation, given the wage differentials between the Third World and the Western World. Real estate prices are another story. If there's a phenomenon of 'island dwarfism' in relation to body size of islanders, there seems to be an economic 'island inflation' operating in inverse proportion. The ...

... Trinidad. It is lovely and looks like a treehouse throughout! The girls have been mighty impressed. We have a balcony and the number of birds is tremendous! They have had lots of fun watching the birds. We also went swimming this morning. We decided to take a taxi to the grocery this afternoon. It was sort of a generic western grocery. I suppose they want to make sure you find what you are looking for but I didn't ...

... paa fuld droen. Jeg har meget svaert ved at vende mig til at folk snakker engelsk. Jeg siger hele tiden ord paa spansk. Eller det vil sige, at de taler noget, som minder om engelsk fyldt med indiske, kinesiske, afrikanske og spanske ord. Her er ogsaa meget mere civaliseret end i Venezuela. Idag har vi vaeret rundt og undersoegt Port of Spain, som er hovedstaden i Trinidad

... to me about having a boyfriend, stood me up most of the time, and told me sweet somethings to keep me interested. I don't think she would've known sincerity if it punched her in her pretty, little face. When I called her to say good-bye, she regarded me as if I was a fruit peel she was throwing away and nothing more. The boss of my restaurant was an alcohol-huffing bear. When he said your name, fright chilled your bones and even fifty-year old bartenders jumped ...

... shoe in a car or dorm room. And if you have, "Johnny," spare no expense (of yours) in getting it to me. Send it to me, "Johnny!" Send it like the wind! "You can insult a man, but you can't insult his sam'wich!" That's how I feel, except about my clothes. Yeah. So, the weekend had come. And I was beginning to consider using my land-lady's sharp knives for something other than making peanut butter sandwiches. I had to get out of the house. To be continued. Modern Oddyseus.