Cascadia Hotel & Conference Center
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Chris was doing his “let’s order our dinner now so that it will be ready when we want it” routine. This so confuses the kitchen. He’d decided we would eat in the hotel tonight in their Chinese restaurant which was on the 8th floor. So as soon as we dropped our bags, we went up to the 8th floor to order our meal. How funny, we were almost the last getting our room but ...
... about in shorts and flip flops. My First Parkbench Concert I reach a shady, quiet park. Not a single person sitting around. I guess I should go ahead and do my Port of Spain Parkbench Concert. I take a second look around to make sure there's no one suspicious around, and pull out my guitar. It's almost like magic. Whereas before, not a single person would greet me as I passed, now that I'm playing music, everybody nods and smiles as they pass! Then a well ...
... the main street of bars and clubs in Port of Spain)... first to a bar then to a club. I had a fair few rums and loads of their typical foods, which are all generally really nice, if a little spicy for me... We eventually made it home at about 3.30am. I was woken earlier than I would've chosen on Saturday morning as the whole family was going for a drive/walk up to see a dam at the top of their road (which is a dead end and just goes into the rainforest). In ...
... overweight. That meant we would be charged $150 US for each bag. We had no choice, so we did not complain. She said she would get her supervisor to come to the counter.
A few minutes later the supervisor was there. We explained our ignorance and asked for forgiveness. He was very kind and said he would let us pass; however, he was not sure what may happen in Port of Spain. We thanked him for ...
... could have been almost as entertaining. Popped into the cemetery on the way back when I eventually found the entrance on Mahatma Ghandi. A little oasis of calm in the middle of the city but surprisingly not too many lavish tombs.
By then it was beer o’clock and the hammock on the veranda was beckoning – a nice spot overlooking the park and sunset, with lots of birdsong and later, bat song.