We were stupid enough to start our trip to tropical paradise with a 2:30 a.m. shuttle to LaGuardia Airport. Which sucked...SuperShuttle insisted that we take a 2:30 shuttle to catch a 6:00 a.m. flight, but then we waited twenty minutes for the check-in people to show up, then another hour for the security line to open. Lame. And that's all the bitching you'll hear from me for awhile. Once we got on the plane, everything was lovely. Flew to Miami, then to Port-of-Spain, then to Crown Point in Tobago with no delays at all. By 4:00 in the afternoon, we were sipping coffee in a bamboo-walled cafe, just a few meters from the beach. I think that I told everybody that we were heading to Trinidad, but that wasn't exactly true. We were checked in by a Trini, who told us to skip Trinidad and fly straight to Tobago. Then Amber sat next to another Trinidadian woman, who said exactly the same thing. So as soon as we landed in Trinidad, we bought a ticket to Tobago. Tobago is the quintessence of Caribbean postcards. Completely clear water, palm trees, nice beaches, mellow people...soca and calypso and reggae music playing everywhere. We even met a bull who seemed to have a sense of rhythm--he was just bopping in time with the music. The song changed, and then he swayed to that tune. Really odd.
And the food is amazing. About half of Trinbagoans are of East Indian descent...so there's a definite Indian influence on the cuisine. We ate really tasty roti with flying fish (fish fly?), a great dish called Coo-Coo Callaloo (something resembling polenta with fish and some sort of green chutney), and lots of pigeon peas pelau (a rice and lentil dish...mmm).
Amber and I both love to order odd-sounding things off the menu, just to see what they are. We tried mauby, a drink made from some sort of tree bark. It smelled like fernet. I was excited.
But it had no alcohol, and just tasted like tree bark, not fernet. Waaaaa.
Off to a tiny town for a week...yay.
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