New Year in Tobago

So we are here. The final carribbean destination for our family: Tobago, a classical tropical paradise island. Charming people, laid back atmosphere, secluded beaches and wuthering heights, low crime rate and with calypso, soca and jamaican reggae streaming from every other house. We have rented a house in Bethesda, Plymouth, ten minutes walk from the bird watchers luxury resort and beach of Arnos Vale. We live on the first floor of a separate house, in a garden covered with tropical fruits and banana plants.
On clear days it is possible to see to the next island Grenada when you wander the lush hills of the north coast. Our village is inhabitated by average Tobagonians, with some houses on the hills strikingly wealthy, others small, run down and simple. The area around Plymouth used to be a Latvian (Courland) colony in the 17th century and a horrible concrete memorial statue in late Soviet style have been erected overviewing the beatiful Courland Bay. The whole island breathes of history, lot least the painful and degrading memories of slavery. Plantations have been transformed into golf courses and parks, but the beautiful surrounding also convey notes of past numerous years of deplorable sorrows.
New mobile phone if you want to call: 001868 766 05 16.