Life in Trini Part Two
01 July 2012 | Macqueripe Park Trail, Chaguarmas, Trinidad
Our typical day starts between 6-7. I make a pot of coffee, try to access the Internet to check mail and maybe post on the blog. At 8 the cruiser's net on the VHF radio comes on, lasting between 15-30 minutes. Then Luna gets the most boring walk in the world around the boatyard and docks. We're both bored silly by the time we head back to the boat. If Ed and/or I are taking one of the buses somewhere, we usually get ready for that after the most boring walk in the world. I went to the "big city" with two friends, Devi (s/v Arctic Tern) and Ellen (s/v Miclo III) day before yesterday and that was a bustling, intense excursion. The streets are packed with descendants from India whose ancestors were imported as indentured servants after the abolition of slavery. There are of course many descendants of the slaves as well. Only a small handful of people look like me. There are street vendors up and down the sidewalks, a few tall buildings and lots of stores selling everything imaginable. I was shopping for an area rug for the cabin, a doormat for getting on the boat from the dock, a paring knife after losing our favorite one to a pizza box (which went to the garbage bin and promptly removed the following morning prior to our discovering it was missing), and a box fan to direct our a/c into our berth at bedtime (no luck).
Back to our typical day, when we're not doing boat chores sometimes we sign up for something special, as we did yesterday for a hike in Macqueripe park, a long trail shadowed by giant bamboos and quiet howler monkeys. The monkeys aren't always quiet, as their name suggests but we heard nothing from them yesterday. After the hike, some of us swam along with the locals at a park beach. The buses dropped us off at the various marinas by 6. We hurriedly cleaned up for dinner, and then met our friends at the Wheelhouse Restaurant for "Shark and Bake" night, large and delicious fish sandwiches served with a side salad and various local sauces on the side. It's a fun thing to do. I left early because I was beat and wanted to get back to Luna. It was a short walk along the highway from the restaurant to our marina and I felt safe enough walking alone, but in hindsight I probably won't do that again. I was out cold by 9 and Ed got home at 10. Today, being Sunday, we'll attempt to have a low-key day. I'm going to cook our callaloo and make a breadfruit pie. Luna is enjoying our company, hoping we don't leave her again. We had a walk this morning but the most boring walk in the world didn't get any more interesting.