Port of Spain - Blogabond

We came to Trinidad from Jamaica by plane but the plane was more like a bus because it was doing stops everywhere first we flew to Antigua where we didn’t even get off the plane after that we went to Barbados where we also had to do a stop and change planes even though the one we were on was flying to Port of Spain but it was full on the last stretch of the journey so we got off waited for two hours before the next one came.

After getting stuck for a little while in immigration we went to collect our bags, only Steffis bag wasn’t there. All other bags were off the band including mine but Steffis was nowhere to be found.
so we had to talk to the staff working there and after 10 really nervous minutes they told us the bag had been located and would come out shortly.

In Port of Spain we were going to be couchsurfing with a female for the first time so we just got a taxi straight from the airport to her house, and her apartment was the best thing that could have happened to us after the ghetto, so we got to take a nice proper shower and just get to sit down in a couch for a while.

led zeppelin

Next day we got a ride down to the city center and we went exploring for the whole day and Steffi even managed to squeeze in some shopping in there, and we also found a ex US military who although a little smelly showed us a little around the city.

At 5 our host was finished at work and we had decided to meet up so we could catch a ride back to her house but on the way we made a little detour and went up to this beautiful mountain with a monastery at the top were we almost caught the sunset. We also met one of the monks who gave us some inside info about the place and then he tried to sell us some monk made yoghurt.

Also mr crazy himself was on the mountain, an ex convict who really found God, We gave him a lift down the mountain and all the way he told us that he wasn’t really a talker but a listener and that he had seen Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ is about 30cm tall and shining and blinking white, he is accompanied by two angels and when he speaks the whole world shakes. Or at least that’s how he had seen him when he was sick with cancer and lying in the hospital… I’m thinking that maybe it was a broken light and he was high on medication, there were a lot more things he told us but now we know that when he dies he is going to check at the pearly gates to see if me and Steffi are going to be allowed in or if the devil is getting us...

That same night we chilled in our host’s apartment drank some Swedish vodka and ate the world’s best popcorn, sweet kettle popcorn.
Next day we got up earlier or at least earlier than we ever got up when we was in the Ghetto and then we went driving to check the ferries to Tobago (they where full) and the ferry that I’m sitting on when writing this that is taking us to Venezuela and the new continent.

We also took a drive up to the north coast to see some beaches and really beautiful scenery on the way step curving roads going across the mountains.
On Monday morning we got up early and took the buss back to the airport to get a stand by ticket to Tobago and that way getting the most out of our stay there.

Chris.

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Steffi & Chris on November 22, 2009 from Port-of-Spain, Trinidad and Tobago

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