St. Christopher Club St. Kitts

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>

... These are the important lessons in my life...to see value and maintain strong character at the times when it feels most difficult. And because this was my last night on Matura Beach, and similar to my feelings about the people I met, I believed this was the last time I'd ever be here in my life. <br><br>So I paid special attention to all of the unique little characteristics of the beach this night, even the things that had driven me crazy....like the sand ledge in Zone 11 ...

... bumbling and un-athletic people who had ever braved the high seas in a plastic kayak.<br><br>And then, as we decided to abort our mission to visit the island, disaster struck a second time. Peter and Lee got swamped by a giant swell as they floated sideways and both of them went into the drink. I happened to be close by when this happened, and it was actually the first moment I was truly worried. As Lee hit the water, she landed face down....and stayed there. It ...

... 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 ...

... 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 ...

... on our way to the beach, I was sitting on a giant white crate in the truck bed next to a Nature Seeker named Ralph. Ralph and I were talking about the local snakes and where an unfortunate soul could go to get anti-venom for a snake bite. Ralph told me he was desperately afraid of snakes, especially anacondas. I laughed and asked him where in the world he'd seen an anaconda.<br><br>Ralph said that the Orozco River was full of anacondas.<br><br>love,Q<br><br>

... very very large. Some got higher than twice the height of Mike, our site director. I never am the farthest out. Judging from the distance the waves toss me back to the shore after each crash, I have a feeling I'd get wisked into the Caribbean Sea rather quickly if I was farther out. We're going to decorate cupcakes with the kids tomorrow, and that means we have to go to the store now to get the supplies! Ah! I guess I'll write more another time! Bye :)

Well good morning, midday, or evening to all (depending on where exactly you are at this moments in time). If you look around at the computer screen in front of you, you will notice a gallery of colourful pictures, and within these pictures you will find a pretty little yacht, and a gathering of funny looking individuals. You can either try your best to guess who the these folk are, or you can continue reading and find out ...

... for a good way enjoying the company of the others as well as the beauty of the island. We stopped halfway up the mountain at 1200 ft and got out for a breakfast of local fruits and juices and then it was a very warm hike to the top at 2800 feet. Scott seemed to be very knowledgeable about the local flora (although he could have been making it up and we wouldn't have known), and he was VERY careful with us ...

... high up. At one "clearing," I got a breathtaking view to the green mountain on the opposite side of Blue Range and of the suburbs way below. Later, while standing on a high log, hearing a bird go, "Weeeeeeee-tu-tu-tu-tu!" I could see - to my left - to Port of Spain's twin tower buildings on the sea. But, in the northerly direction that I was travelling, I still hadn't seen the ocean. I still hadn't even made it to the top of the first hill! It was hot; my whole body ...