Le Sportel Inn 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>

... 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 ...

... could no longer paddle myself since I had an armful of everyone else's paddles and water bottles and sundries that I'd saved from floating off to Venezuela. Suddenly, like another episode of Baywatch, a sleek and stylish speedboat came cruising toward us out of nowhere. It was Baptiste and his army, swooping in to save the un-athletic and water-logged! Baptiste and his crew expertly plucked the kayaks out of the water and lifted them into the boat. Ronald, Peter ...

... were not consistent with net entanglement or other fishery-related activity. These animals had large holes in their shoulders and crushed carapaces and one even had skull damage. And every night there were footprints leading out across the sand in places were Nature Seekers had not yet gone. And many times, it appeared there were sticks standing vertically in the sand in the exact spots where Leatherbacks had laid their nests. On our nightly walks on the beach, we ...

... be having any weather effects from the hurricanes, so it was my destiny to check it out. The first class seat to T&amp;T just sucked (ha ha), and was probably the best service I have ever had. The almost 4-hour flight took us over and alongside the Bahamas, the Turks &amp; Caicos, Haiti, the Dominican Republic, and Puerto Rico. My arrival on Trinidad means that I have now visited or seen (from land, see and/or air) every (single) nation in the Caribbean. Kind of a wild ...

... how to really dance with the whole wine-ing deal. He then had us try dancing again to this hyper soca music with the Trinis and we busted a move. I mean seriously, we busted a move. WAY TOO MUCH FUN!! ^^;;;;; It was funny when people in the crowd who looked like they were clearly of Asian descent came up to me to take a picture with their buddy, and then would go strait to Amber, so is 1/2 Philapino. Something you should know: There's a weird negative ...

... shoes. Then the sun came out in full force and it was incredibly hot for the rest. Barely broke 1:30. And I believe I was the first white male. Normally I wouldn't qualify my results by race - but it was emphasized by spectators cheering/harassing me the entire way yelling forest gump-like "run whiteboi run" and a couple times "don't let whitey beat you" to encourage people behind me. Amusing I suppose.

... beach party. The next day we went to Pigeon Point for Sunday School. It was basically a big beach party. We went back to another yacht for a BBQ. This yacht is twice the size of the one I'm on (and I was impressed with that). The living room and kitchen of this yacht is bigger than my entire apartment in Toronto - and nicer! I can't believe this boat has hardwood floors, plush carpets and each bedroom has ensuites! I could learn to live like this!

... 850 actually; 40% of my salary) for THAT?" when she was dropping me home. She said this because the house I stay in is about a bazillion years old. The house, itself, looks like a witch. It had one day been painted white - probably by one of the apostles - but the dark wood beneath creeps through in plentiful cracks. The corners of the roof are pointed, cony witch caps. Two witches' veils conceal the front entrance, and the veranda would be perfect for a broom landing ...

... him more to see me swimming or me more to see him walking. I needed some rum. Yep, the islanders know how to have a good time, if you overlook the rum and club soda mixture some of them drink (which tastes like gutter water) and the rotis that sometimes come with bones you must sort through as you eat. A good time could especially be had staying with Dexter's friends and family. I was lucky they had a spare sink for me. I mean, bed! Bed ... "Later, dreds" - Modern Oddyseus Keep smiling, Johnny!