Driving Miss Andreas.
We headed up to Port of Spain yesterday to try on the dresses for the wedding. I would if I could upload, but for some reason, Andreas is a shitty photographer and my head looks like it makes up a third of my body. At least I hope Andreas is a shitty photographer so that I can hang on to my new street-heckle provided self esteem.
One thing I do know about Andreas is that commuting from the south to the north of Trinidad is not his cup of tea. The thing about the Trinidad Highway is that to avoid accidents, it is integral to maintain a 120 km per hour minimum despite the 80km per hour allowed.
Mom, I think put it best. When I told her about Andreas' noticeable silence in the car she laughed out loud, which is the closest mom comes to actually calling someone "pussy".
"Nonono, explain to him that you have to drive at least 120 - 150 km/hr! if you're going to drive 80 km/hr, then you might as well just turn around and go home."
The thing about Trinidadian traffic is that it is in fact organised chaos. Going down the four lane highway means seeing a car ballet of sorts, ripping and weaving past each other at 120-150 km/hr. It's a beautiful process, despite the risk of having to deal with societal hazards who try to follow the 80 km limit.
Here's some shots from the road leading north, the northern mountain range looming in the distance.
One thing I do know about Andreas is that commuting from the south to the north of Trinidad is not his cup of tea. The thing about the Trinidad Highway is that to avoid accidents, it is integral to maintain a 120 km per hour minimum despite the 80km per hour allowed.
Mom, I think put it best. When I told her about Andreas' noticeable silence in the car she laughed out loud, which is the closest mom comes to actually calling someone "pussy".
"Nonono, explain to him that you have to drive at least 120 - 150 km/hr! if you're going to drive 80 km/hr, then you might as well just turn around and go home."
The thing about Trinidadian traffic is that it is in fact organised chaos. Going down the four lane highway means seeing a car ballet of sorts, ripping and weaving past each other at 120-150 km/hr. It's a beautiful process, despite the risk of having to deal with societal hazards who try to follow the 80 km limit.
Here's some shots from the road leading north, the northern mountain range looming in the distance.
