Crews Inn Hotel & Yachting Centre 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>

... meal times, and the crazy Caribbean humidity.<br><br>The night was slow with turtles, and much of it was spent watching groups of tourists slowly appear in the darkness, stumble past with shoes and flip-flops in hand, laughing and drinking, sometimes seeing us and stopping to ask us strange drunken questions. The tourists were streaming all through Zone 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, and 15 to see the turtles that had been slow to arrive for the past several days. But Peter, Chris and ...

... Lee were also plucked out of the water and back to safety. Whew! I offloaded my pile of paddles and other goodies and determined that I, along with Richard, would paddle myself into shore. So as the speedboat motored off, Richard and I cruised on the crests of the waves.....wahoo!!!! And as we came within 20 feet of the shore, my smug self and my smug kayak were suddenly hit out of nowhere by a rogue wave. <br><br>And I capsized. Everyone else already had, and I was ...

... that evening, she never mentioned it. In fact, she invited us all in to the living room to watch a DVD slideshow of her and Baptiste's wedding. I watched her when she didn't see me, and she smiled and smiled at the photos of her happy day streaming across the television screen.<br><br>There's something rough about this place with a strange beauty that meets you in most moments, but with a violence that's underneath the surface, swirling about, waiting to explode.<br><br>love,Q<br><br>

During the daytime hours, we have the option of hanging out at our accommodations at Susan's Guesthouse in Matura village, maybe toodling over to the Dis-and-Dat Shoppe to pick up a bottle of pop, roaming the village streets and fending off crazed looking island dogs that are a cross between Corgies and Beagles, or venturing out onto a planned excursion. Yesterday, the planned excursion was a kayaking adventure on the Salybia River. Now, I was a little leery ...

... like poop again. Baptiste cranked up the music, a bizarre CD mix of gangsta'-calypso and thug-reggae. My least favorite song was the one about the Trini-guy who hooked up with a virgin German girl, and the chorus consisted of a singer with a Carribbean accent crooning "sprecken sie deutsch." I alternated between cringing at the lyrics, laughing at the lyrics, and gasping with surprise when Baptiste would either slam on the brakes or just swerve like a real ...

After the New Years parties, Trinidad and Tobago begin to prepare for Carnival. Literally months of practice and preperation for a few nights of wild partying and non-stop action. We finished the geophysical part of our survey in the Second week of January. The divers came in and did about three days of diving on the area to video tape the ground type and bring up samples of the sand and rock. As soon as we were finished with our survey, the bosses called from their office to tell us ...

... on our balcony with some French people staying at the guesthouse before moving onto a local bar to have some food and watch the fireworks. Elliot didn't make it that far as he's had a bit too much rum and beer and he was asleep by 11.30pm! Mind you the fireworks consisted of 3 rockets, one of which went sideways into a wall, so he didn't miss too much. For Elliot's birthday we went to a restaurant that was a old colonial house that had been converted. He ...

This is an extract of an email that i received from a boat batty friend in New Zealand, who is currently building a a 19' traditional lapstrake gaff cutter between the chaos of running a B&amp;B. Check it out at www.thegables.co.nz. This is what he suggests.... Ian: "Awhile ago we had a guest who is also a hopeless boat collector. He and I agreed that it was a certifiable condition and ...

... blocks. All the shops wer closed on Sunday, and the people who'd come to the streets looked ************e real ugly guy with a face like pea soup made his sales-pitch to me from his step as I passed. "What do you want?" "Money!" Tony replied sharply. "Then go to a bank!" said the ugly guy. This situation somehow escalated before my eyes into the two men yelling in each other's face. They almost came to blows. Tony claimed later that he'd considered pulling a ...