We arrived in Trinidad at 11AM, exactly when we were supposed to. The flight left only ten minutes late, the flight attendants were nice, and the juice on the plane was amazing.
We had previously arranged for a friend of a friend to meet us at the airport and take us to the house. First he took us to get our phones set up, to eat lunch, and then to get some groceries. While we were shopping the man who is running the house called us to say that we didn’t need to go grocery shopping because he had everything stocked at the house.
Our guy with the car brought us to meet our host at the host’s bar. The host just tried to tell us to get rid of our car and have a drink. We said no, we were tired and wanted to take a nap and use the internet and take showers at the house.
Well…we finally got to the house because our friend with the car stayed with us. We have been totally taken advantage of! There is no internet. There is no water – let alone hot water. The house is right next to a dirty ugly beach waaaay away from everything. The house has been stocked with expensive alcohol that we have to pay for. We had paid for six bedrooms and there are only three that we have access to.
Thankfully, our driver stuck around, because he called his friend Osei who said we could stay with him for a nominal fee of about $9 US a day (total) for the three of us.
So instead of having a beach vacation stranded in the middle of nowhere an hour away from Port of Spain (in good traffic). We ended up staying halfway between the airport and Port of Spain.
Our host had a wonderful garden with limes and coconuts, which he shared with us. He also let us use his stove to cook breakfast and make coffee. He had a nice shower and an adorable Pitbull named Lazer.
We didn’t get to go to the beach at all, but we saw a lot of carnival and met wonderful locals because Osei seemed to know everyone.
I can’t talk about sites to see because other than the outside of the cultural center and some statue in the middle of Savannah park, we were all about Carnival.
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