Maracas Bay 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>

... 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 ...

... scenario extended for long enough, where I felt that these four houligans were left with only two potential outcomes; the first being that they would leave, and the second being that an assault was imminent. I watched them clustered in the dark, halfway down the road to the beach where they had stopped short. They finally, egos swollen, pride pounded, beer metabolized....rolled back up to their car where they stood and yelled in words I could finally understand like ...

... Lord of the Flies degenerate boys had hunted me down and were waiting beyond the fronds to slay me while my back was turned? What the hell was going on with the palm fronds? We finished up with our girl, and I slowly turned toward the patch of fronds waving their silhouette leaves, and began to approach. Then I noticed a ruckus, heard sand chunks slap against the leaves, and realized the shape of a Leatherback who had decided to dig her nest under the ...

... was missing some money and her camera. Wren again restated that only he had the key and he'd kept the place locked, strangely making himself chief suspect. He was drunk though. He called the police and they came very quickly. They did a search of the premises and the room a Jamaican guy, Wren's boss, had then took us two, the girls and Wren to the police station. It was fun to watch their 'bad cop' routine on Wren whilst Kim shamelessly and artlessly flirted with them in an ...

... and shake its very core. I mean, that's good. Right? I didn't mean for that to get all deep, but I guess that part of my brain just needed to be explored. Anyway, Mom don't freak out, but we took a private car up to The Mount and a private car back down. That's the equivalent of walking down Madison Avenue downtown, hearing a honk from a car of someone driving in their fancy sudan, and hoping in for a $3TT to $6TT drive to your intended ...

... started to get worried. The police contacted us about 22 hours after he disappeard and said that they had finally found him. He was ok, and I never did ask him where he went or what he did. I probably don't want to know. The fact is, he didn't get fired. This made me feel really good about my job because if running off and being AWOL for an entire day can't get you kicked off the job, then I have nothing to worry about. On the 14th and 15th of January Peter Martin got to come off of ...

... filled with a mixture of oil, deisel and water, and she had been left open to the elements for god knows how long. But still the hull was good and strong, and she was for FREE! In the weeks that have followed between then and now we have been cutting through the legal hastles of changing ownership of the vessel, applying for regestration, organising good rates for keeping her on the hard at Power Boats Marina, paying debts owed (a ...

... cheer-less snobs who perched unsociably. Unfortunately, half of the people Tony saw were females. Around them, he behaved like a dog in head who'd broke out of the kennel. Tongue hanging from his mouth, he said, "You young ladies sure look nice in your swimsuits," to three girls who couldn't have been over sixteen. He justified this with, "Everybody likes a complement." His intentions moved from criminal to adulterous. He said to one lady caring for a small litter ...