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Day 17 Tobago

Today, I had three things that I wanted to accomplish. First was to hike the trail that leads around Pirates cove, the nearby bay that had all the good snorkeling. Secondly, I needed to try and switch my flights so that I could stay the extra week in Charlotteville and then fly to Trinidad. Trinidad was the jumping off point to South America, so I could care less about the return portion to St. Thomas. Hopefully, they would let me change without a problem. I had heard from a fellow passenger that they are very flexible and even on their literature it states how it is most appreciative if passengers would verify flight times as soon as possible so that they can fill spots if someone is not flying. The last issue was to take a picture of the Spotted Ray and the sea snake. I figured the Ray kind of hangs out there waiting for tourists to make a few extra dollars, so it wouldn’t be hard. I would just go down about the same time and hopefully run into them both.

With all plans there are going to be little road blocks that deter you. Mine was this fat bastard of a mosquito that plagued me the whole night. I had spent the prior night executing all the bugs in my room and I kept the door closed when I was out so that I wouldn’t have the bug problems when I went to bed. Well this sucker screwed with me all night. When I woke up I had a few more extra itches than normal. I was al covered up with a blanket and I could hear him buzz me occassionally. I decided to lay out a trap so I stuck my arm out. Not more that a few seconds later, bam, he was preparing for breakfast. As soon as I thought about crushing him to heaven, he took off. This little sucker was some sort of super strain because for the next hour and a half I set traps for him (my arm or leg), walked around with my towel and shook every piece of moveable object in the room trying to flush him out. I got a couple of shots at him but just couldn’t connect. I was pissed, but it was getting late and I decided to concede for the moment. I grabbed my hiking gear and took off down to the trail head. The trail was similar to those in Dominica except that it was a lot hotter and humid. There were no fresh water streams to cool off nor did it rain, so I just sweated the whole time. After about a hour and a half of log hopping and rock skipping, I came to the end, right at some guys house. God, I hate that. Trying to be adventurous and I find out I’m just “adventuring” in some guys yard. Sort of pissed, I headed on back. I figured the earlier I got the ticket changing done the quicker I could get back to a stress free life.

Once back at the room I took a seat in front of the fan to cool off. The air was oh so good and my sweating started to stop. Just a minute into it, I started to feel a needle going into my leg. I look down, and that little Fucker was draining me. Oh I got so pissed. I took a swipe and missed. I quickly shut the door so he couldn’t escape laughing and taunting me, off to tell his friends how he kicked my ass. Well I grabbed my towel and sat back down. I knew this greedy bastard couldn’t resist my Steve nectar, so I just watched my legs. Sure enough, bam he was there. Without even thinking, so I could block his Klingon mind transfer, I swung and fucking missed again. Oh, I was devastated. I kind of gave up at that point and went to the bed to take my boots off. As I was unstrapping them, what did I see, that little bastard was there on the ground, kind of buzzing around shell shocked. I must have winged him. I quickly gave him a quick smack to keep him from flying off. Once he was incapacitated I put him on the table to take a look at him. He was one of those big guys with the striped legs and the long menacing sword of a fang. I rolled him a round a bit to give back a little bit of what he gave me. I then felt sorry for it so I gave it some water, took it outside and set it free, Yea right! I grabbed the Guest Houses business card, laid it over Mosquito boy and smooshed him to insect hell.

With my great victory I grabbed my tickets and headed off into town to make a call to LIAT airlines. Once I got there I looked around and noticed that there weren’t any pay phones. I walked into the grocery store and inquired there. Yes there was a pay phone on the other side of town, but it was broken and they also did not sell phone cards. Okay, I thought maybe they were just screwing with the tourist so I walked on down to another little shack. Same thing, no one in town sells phone cards. I asked about a pay phone and and was told that there was one at a bar on the far side of the bay outside of town. What the hell. I took the walk down the beach until it ended against the cliffs. Inland a few yards was a little restaurant and bar. Attached to one of the beams was a pay phone, just glistening in the sun. I went to the bartender and got some change. She only had two dollars in quarters so I took them. The phone required a quarter so I dropped one in and dialed the number. Error message. Tried it again and the same thing. Shit, it wasn’t allowing me to dial and 800 number. I said screw it and decided to go into the internet café that offered a bunch of other business services. I asked the guy about the number and he said that they could not dial from here and that I would probably need to go back to Scarsborough. What the Fuck? No way am I getting on the death wish of a bus to make this call. I jumped on the internet to see if I could do it on line. All they had were Mac’s as well, now I know who buys all that Apple crap. Well, after some trial and error I finally got on to their site. After scrambling around, I finally noticed on the bottom of the page in tiny letters/numbers, that if you are in Trinidad/Tobago you have to call a different number. I wrote down the info and took off back across town to the little bar. I was getting a little bit tense about this whole thing, but as long as I was making progress I was okay. Well, I got to the bar and dialed the ten digit number. Beeeeep, bad number. Oh shit. Tried it again, same thing. Now I was fuming. Even the foreigners who were eating there could see that this guy was a little bit peeved by the way he was talking at the phone rather than into it. It finally dawned on me that this must be a local number and there was no need for the area code. Bam, it dialed through. I got a little message about how great LIAT was and them it transferred me to Reservations. I was in. Then I looked at the LCD screen. It was flashing 5 seconds, so I grabbed another quarter and through it in. Fifteen additional seconds. What the fuck, 15 seconds a quarter. I quickly dug into my pockets and pulled out the last four quarters that I had. I just dropped them all in hoping for a volume discount. Before I could even get to someone human, it disconnected me. There I was, in a state of shock just feeling like a whipped puppy. I grabbed the tickets and gave up. I would give it a try later that night, I had enough. My follow up tenacity which made me so good at what I did in work has pretty much gone by the way side. I am pretty much a giver upper now. So I trudged on home, climbed into bed and took a two hour nap. When I woke up it was about four, so I figured I would rush down and try to find a roll of quarters (if they had such a thing,) and fill that pay phone up. Well, just as I was leaving, the owner popped out and I asked if I could use the phone to change my flight dates so that I could stay longer. He said no problem and I got in touch with LIAT. The lady was pleasant enough in telling me that any changes would cost $75. and that since I had purchased an island hopper special, I would not be able to make changes. I was already betting on that so I gave a half hearted attempt and asked her if I could just change the flight of going to Trinidad and that I would not use the return ticked back to St. Thomas, thereby saving them two flights. She went and talked to a supervisor. In the mean time I asked my landlord how much it was to Ferry to Trinidad and he said $60TT or $10US to ride over in style. Shiiiiiittt, who needs flying. I let her explain to me that there was no way, so I said no problem, and hung up. My days of flight schedules are now over. I go when I want to go. So, I told my land lord to book me for another week, and off I went to find the Ray and the snake.

I did a quick jog to the Bay and just threw my stuff on and headed straight for the deep part. After about a hour of swimming around I gave up. There were tons of stuff to look at, but I wanted the good stuff. I gave up and took a shower in the little stream. Packed my stuff and headed back to the room. I hung out on the pier and people watched for a while. A couple from the states walked up and went through the usual speil about where we were from and what we did for a living. They were from Texas and here for a dive week. They were staying on the other side of the island and were shocked at how beautiful it was here. It was their last day and they were bummed that they could not have stayed here. The guy grilled me about my work experience and started to get more in depth on what I did and the places that I had been. It turned out that he was a Recruiter for Hovensa the oil company and he had a position open in St. Croix. I laughed and took his number. There was no way that work was even an option. It was a good opportunity, but bad timing. They took off and I went back to the room. When I got there, the landlord was there at the door. A girl was moving in to the other room. That was cool, I would have some company. I grabbed a shower and as I was going to my room there she was. We exchanged pleasantries and talked a little while about the usual. She hadn’t eaten all day so I invited her to dinner. We took off and I gave her a brief run down of the place. For some reason all of the little food shacks were closed so we ended up at the only high end restaurant. We had the chef’s special, grilled Tuna, some drinks, and just chatted away. After dinner, I knew the last day of the religious revival was going on so I took her to the pier to check out the song and dance. She got a real kick out of the yelling and the dancing. Finally, we ended up just walking around, up to the look out point and around the neighborhood. It was about 9pm so we headed back home and finished off the Fresh Pineapple that I had left in the fridge. That pretty much ended the day. The next day we were going to go to the bay to do some snorkeling. It was her first time in the Caribbean as well as snorkeling, so it was going to be a learning experience.

I stayed up pretty late getting all caught up, but it will be worth it. This will be the first time that I will actually on the same island that I am writing this stuff. Gotta love, US type power and internet access.

The new tentative schedule is to stay here until Wednesday and lime out and also get some more hiking and snorkeling in. I’m working on getting on a boat to do some fishing, so we’ll have to see. On wednesday I will head back to Scarsborough and grab the Ferry to Trinidad. From there I need to make a decision on either hanging around Trinidad for a while or jump on the soonest ferry or fishing boat going to Venezuela. I guess some of it will depend on when Anne is going to do the Angels Falls trip (Angel Falls are the tallest waterfall in the world, 16 times higher than Niagra.) Its a four day $200 excursion, so I might give it a go.



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2 responses to “Day 17 Tobago”

  1. lorma says:

    Hi steve,

    I told Tamika and Annette what you said. Tamika said she will write you tonight but Annette does not have the internet on her computer right now.

    Enough about them………!

    GUESS WHAT!
    Your friend Bradley got fired. Someone had to do it! You were to much of a nice guy. It’s ok, I liked your personality, don’t stop being yourself.

  2. lorma says:

    Hi steve,

    I told Tamika and Annette what you said. Tamika said she will write you tonight, but Annette does not have the internet on her computer right now.

    Enough about them………!

    GUESS WHAT!
    Your friend Bradley got fired. Someone had to do it! You were to much of a nice guy. It’s ok, I liked your personality, don’t stop being yourself.