We had our Christmas smorgasbord at the Trinidad Hilton, situated just 500 meters from our more modest hotel, and shared the supper with an French-Canadian couple, who live and work in French Guyana. It was a soft evening in a exclusive environment. The morning after, Lily and I playing in the jacuzzi, shaded by a mango tree, in the lush caribbean hotel garden, with the hills of St Ann behind us. All of a sudden a group of big and croaking parrots landed in the tree, making a racket chopping at the mangoes and dropping small branches in the jacuzzi. It was the first time I experienced wild parrots. Just as the case is with monkeys, who Emily and I met in Gibraltar during our honeymoon, these animals appear rather rude and intrusive when met in their natural habitat.
Coming from Venezuela, this is the first time I have travelled from an ethnically white country to an ethnically black, where the white country is the poor, messy country, and the black is the rich and formal. Here, the white guest workers are the ones who look worn, poor and frayed as they hang around the docks of Chaguaramas waiting for the Venezuela ferry, and the black personal in smart dresses urge them to fill in the proper forms. Basically Trinidad is all that a country like Kenya could be. And Port of Spain is a very pleasant city, reasonably safe, wealthy and with a nice friendly atmosphere in a colonial surrounding. Hectic and professional but relaxed and smiling at the same time. For Christmas Day, we were invited to Christmas dinner at some adventists, Rochelle and her family, that Emily met in church. Nice.
Coming from Venezuela, this is the first time I have travelled from an ethnically white country to an ethnically black, where the white country is the poor, messy country, and the black is the rich and formal. Here, the white guest workers are the ones who look worn, poor and frayed as they hang around the docks of Chaguaramas waiting for the Venezuela ferry, and the black personal in smart dresses urge them to fill in the proper forms. Basically Trinidad is all that a country like Kenya could be. And Port of Spain is a very pleasant city, reasonably safe, wealthy and with a nice friendly atmosphere in a colonial surrounding. Hectic and professional but relaxed and smiling at the same time. For Christmas Day, we were invited to Christmas dinner at some adventists, Rochelle and her family, that Emily met in church. Nice.
We have also been to the zoo, and saw the worlds biggest rat, the capybara, with almost the size and look of a lion, (well I did say almost) and spider-monkeys, with their cool attitudes. And then, to top it all off, I happened to stumble upon the sign that prohibits signs.
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God fortsättning på 2008!!!
Tack för ert fina julkort, ni var så fina. Låter som trinidad är ett trevligt ställe, önskar vi var där med er. Vi har nu flyttat till vårt radhus i åkersberga och firade jul där med våra mammor. Tycker att ni borde skriva en bok om ert äventyr, att det går att göra en sån lång resa med barn! Ni är verkligen våra förebilder! Nog har vi rest jorden runt själva, men vill verkligen göra något likande som ni gör när vi får barn. Ta hand om er och njut av varje dag, här missar ni bara regniga dagar och mörker. Massor av kramar till er alla! Carina o kevin
Kevino Carina
Kul att hora ifran er igen. Ha ett ett fett nytt 2008.
palle
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