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With the smell of plumbago and coco palms wafting in our wake we headed back to sea. The negotiation of oil fields (The Jurassic Park of the sea) is best done during the day.

LINE UP AT THE ROTI HUT


The line runs from the hut along the dock

and into the sun that beats down on their backs. 

They slowly shuffle forward

 

to watch her brushing butter on a disc of dough 

and slap it on the smoking plate inside the hut.

The roti skin is brown

 

and blistered when she stirs the well-worn pot 

of stew as yellow as a school bus. 

She scoops the sauce

 

with cubes of curried chicken onto the flatbread,

then folds it neatly, like a package.

I take the parcel 

 

thick with chickpeas fused with flavours 

from the spices of a thousand summers.

And move into the shade

 

as gravy dribbles down my chin and on my feet 

and down my arms and to my elbows. 

The line runs from the hut 

 

along the dock and into the sun that beats down 

on their backs and on their necks.

She scrapes the bottom of the pot.


Recipe here.

I love a shady character.

Ladies and Gentlemen, we have finally arrived at Chaguaramas,

Official Port of Entry, Trinidad.

Thank you for choosing to travel with Yacht Summer Love.  

INTERNATIONAL ARRIVALS:  

Feel free to use your own shuttle boat to bring you ashore.

For Customs, follow the bougainvillea.

For Immigration, follow the smell of hibiscus.

Welcome to Trinidad.

From the log — 7 March 2009

We entered Galleon’s Passage just before dawn and sailed along the north coast of Trinidad.  It was good to see land.

After 11 days at sea I was tired of seeing clouds.  

I bet you are too!

But, one last cloud erupted from the island and I had to capture it.  

A large mound 

and a little tuft.  But, it was LAND!

And Tubby was ready to take us ashore.

Goodbye Atlantic Ocean and your whimsical weather.

Hello Caribbean Sea.  Bring on your zephyrs.

Cloudy Vision

With two reefs in the main sail and a tiny handkerchief,  Summer Love pushed onward and upward and westward!  The miles ticked over quickly.  She skipped over the lines of latitude in the company of clouds (and squalls).

One can navigate by clouds.  Do you see the map of Trinindad? 

Well, it sort of looks like Trinidad, really, it does … if you sit right back in your chair and squint your eyes and pull your nose right up to your forehead and pout your lips like a puffer fish, it looks like Trinidad.  

To me.