Trinidad Beaching
We visited Maracas yesterday, a beach/bay that opens up like a beeeeauuutiful brassiere after a thirty minute drive through the northern mountain range. The roads through the mountain range are winding and like Tobago's mountain area, offer mountain walls on one side of the road, and steep "we're going to die" drops on the other. But the area is a must-see, as is the view from the look out some five kilometers before Maracas.
Make sure to take many pictures of yourself while at the look-out so as to get that true "Kodak moment with white boy in the way" look.
Ten minutes away, as mentioned, is Maracas bay, which is as tropical island as you get. Idyllic, and complete with swooshing palm trees, crashing waves, extensive stretches of sand, and fear not, a couple of beer stands.
And what beach-outing is complete without burying one of your friends in the sand, doing so with smiles that suggest malicious intent?
Not to actual mention malicious intent- involving the passing of gas in the buried person's face?
Or turning the buried party into a hermaphrodite, and then taking advantage of this strange new development for erotic purposes?
The other male in the pack will often show his displeasure at the misuse of his woman's new appendage by running around to to the lower half of her and emmitting gas in the face of the competing male, thereby punishing the competing male's nostrils.
And there you have it, traditional trinidadian beaching, in a nutshell. Death defying car trips, potential coconut-in-the-head related casualites, and sadomasochistic rituals involving flatulence and sand. What more can one want?
Make sure to take many pictures of yourself while at the look-out so as to get that true "Kodak moment with white boy in the way" look.
Ten minutes away, as mentioned, is Maracas bay, which is as tropical island as you get. Idyllic, and complete with swooshing palm trees, crashing waves, extensive stretches of sand, and fear not, a couple of beer stands.
And what beach-outing is complete without burying one of your friends in the sand, doing so with smiles that suggest malicious intent?
Not to actual mention malicious intent- involving the passing of gas in the buried person's face?
Or turning the buried party into a hermaphrodite, and then taking advantage of this strange new development for erotic purposes?
The other male in the pack will often show his displeasure at the misuse of his woman's new appendage by running around to to the lower half of her and emmitting gas in the face of the competing male, thereby punishing the competing male's nostrils.
And there you have it, traditional trinidadian beaching, in a nutshell. Death defying car trips, potential coconut-in-the-head related casualites, and sadomasochistic rituals involving flatulence and sand. What more can one want?
