Our final stop on this fantastic cruise was the island of Trinidad. Honestly, I hadn’t heard much about this Caribbean country before we made port. However, our cruise director said it was a multi-cultural society with lots to see and experience. I figured this could be interesting because Trinidad sounded quite different from the other Caribbean islands I have visited.
Still, even with its intriguing story, there were some warnings about keeping my camera close at all times, or better still, back in the cabin on the ship. That sort of warning doesn’t exactly inspire confidence.
But look, I’ve eaten a day-old burrito once before. I’ve even slept with my iPhone charging next to me. I’m no stranger to danger. I figured I didn’t come all this way to stay on board and wait for the turnaround. Well, I am glad I didn’t because I was in for a surprise. Trinidad was completely different from any other Caribbean stop off. These people really take a relaxed attitude to a different level.
Now, why our cruise director made no mention of this is beyond me. I joined in what seemed to be an impromptu Tai Chi class right there on the port. This is not the sort of Tai Chi I’m accustomed to. Actually, it was quite aggressive. The instructor kept muttering under his breath, your mother something or the other. I didn’t really need to know what he was saying anyway. Hey, it was his process and you know what they say, when in Rome! LOLZ.
Thinking back on it now, there were quite a few times when I thought this guy is getting a little close…he’s actually going to kick me in my Whiteways of Whimple! His revved up energy, though, really got the blood pumping. He must really have been into his extreme Tai Chi because he kept on going long after I finished up with him.
Okay, so I took a bit of a stroll down the waterfront. It wasn’t quite the same vibe as other ports in the Caribbean. There weren’t any lovely pastel colours, charming fishing boats or Caribbean-type buildings. There’s a sort of post-industrial grunge to it, not to mention a diesel and dead fish smell. But each country is different so I guess the ports will represent their unique characters?
I was really disappointed that the Port of Spain Museum at Fort San Andres was closed when I visited. What are the odds that it wouldn’t be open on the very day my cruise ship steamed into town? Although, judging by the advanced growth of vines on the building, it’s quite possible that those odds are extremely good.
Now, I knew there must be an interesting story behind this train engine on the compound of the closed or possibly abandoned museum. The guy I kept asking about it wouldn’t answer me. He seemed more interested in finding out whether I had any change and putting his shoes up to dry. And he made sure to get in my shot! Grrrr!
Well, who would have thought? Maybe it’s my tendency to prejudge countries like this, but I wouldn’t have imagined a bank in the Caribbean would be offering digital services. Something must be off with their marketing, though. That long line of customers lying down outside suggested folks don’t know they can register online. I’m sure they’ll figure it out.
You have to love the relaxed attitude of Trinidadians. It’s infectious. It’s almost like they don’t have a care in the world. It’s like they don’t care. If you’re tired, just take a nap. I was a bit tired of all the excitement myself, but there was no time to snooze! There was a lot more to see.
Hmm, Trinidad’s capital city of Port of Spain seems to be going for the run-down look. I should also mention, at no time did I see any police officers around. I took that to mean that crime is really under control here so I felt completely safe.
It’s encouraging to see that Trinidadians have a healthy attitude towards wildlife. They share whatever they have to eat by carefully distributing their leftovers for the pigeons. Making a living in any city can be tough going, even for city-dwelling birds. It’s good to see the locals are looking out for them.
We caught a bus for what we were told was a tour of the Magnificent Seven. Someone must have made a mistake because I never really got up to seven on the magnificent count. I did notice a few buildings under some pretty impressive sheds. I was told the building pictured above, or what’s left of it, is called Mille Fleurs. It looks a bit worse for wear, but maybe that’s intentional. They sure do have a strange way of preserving their heritage buildings here in Trinidad. Back home. we fix them up. Here, though, they build a shelter for them. Who knows, that might be the way to go!
I have to say I’m impressed with the ingenuity of this Caribbean city. It seems city planners develop bus stops with a dual purpose design. By day, you can shelter while you wait for your bus. By night, it is converted into a mini hostel for outdoor residents. This one even has personalized, decorative touches.
The last stop on our whirlwind tour of Port of Spain was at President’s House. In my little guide book, it said this building was constructed in 1876 and, by the look of things, it hasn’t had a once-over since then. Still, it must be very important to the people of this country, because it has the biggest shed I saw during my tour.
Well, it may have been short but it was still an interesting tour around the city of Port of Spain. There were some unique sights and quite a few intriguing smells. The people seem quite free-spirited. Would I come back? Probably not. There are somethings in life you should, ideally, only do once, like marriage, or getting shot. I felt that, while there could have been a lot to do and see, ultimately, there wasn’t. It very much had a feel like a work in progress…with no determined end date.
This blog was a fictional account of a tourist’s day out and about in Trinidad’s capital city of Port of Spain. While the tourist in this piece is fictional, the photos are not. Pictures never lie.