Back home after the trip to Tobago. Yesterday we were swimming on the beach at Pigeon Point, which is where all the film stars go - white sand, palm trees, pelicans diving (and sand flies).
Guyana is like the 1940s, Tobago is like the 1960s, so coming back to the UK is a bit surreal. They say it is hot and humid here, but I felt cold this morning for the first time for a year.
Signing off the blog. Thanks for reading!
Saturday 24 July 2010
Wednesday 21 July 2010
Postcard Tuesday
Adventure day - caught a bus over to Speyside and found the recommended "Red Man" to take us snorkelling - he also took us to land on the island of Little Tobago, passing Goat Island on the way where Ian Fleming used to live. Little Tobago is a nature reserve, we saw frigatebirds, pelcans, brown boobies, laughing gulls, terns and brown noddies! The snorkelling was real fun - we floated around above Angel Reef, spotting blue, yellow, red and black fish darting in and out among cushions of coral and trees of coral with white tips. It was difficult to get back home as no buses showed up but we were advised to flag down route taxis which have a P registration. They charge just double the bus fare. We got back to find that there was fruit available here for the first time - unlike Guyana where there is fruit on every corner. Someone should start a business shipping it over here!
Postcard Monday
Early swim at the nearest beach where the Beatles went. We tried in vain to find a bank that would change our remaining Guyanese currency. Strolled around the Botanical Gardesn, enjoying the peaceful trimmed neatness and parkland benches. Then caught the scheduled bus which was on time, clean, luxurious, safely driven and cost 40 pence to go to the other end of Tobago. Our apartment is beautiful, set up on a hill overlooking the sea and the rainforest. We need a bit of beauty to act as an antidote to Guyana. This place is a bit like Cornwall but hotter - with hair pin bends, pretty fishing villages and hidden beaches. We walked along a well used track to Pirates Bay for a swim. Here tourism is the second biggest industry after fishing, so the place is set up with trails, signs, benches and cafes. We had a great evening meal - tuna steaks, rice and loads of different vegetables (veg is hard to buy here, but fish is plentiful).
Postcard Sunday
Despite dire warnings that no tickets were available, we queued for stand-by tickets for the slow cargo boat to Tobago. We were relieved to get on, although amazed that there was masses of space so all the warnings were pointless. Six hours on the boat in the company of a dozen lorry drivers, passing Trinidad's misty hills and islands, rounging the western point close to the Venezualan coast, then along the north coast and across to Tobago. We spotted some dolphins and pelicans on the way.
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