“Live for stories and they’ll give the chaos an iota of meaning.” – Old Sean
Late to Layover
Following my extended layover in Curaçao, I took another flight to Trinidad and Tobago with the intention of fitting another mini-vacation into my life.
Sadly, this wasn’t to be. My flight was delayed by the logistics of getting people through security, so my sunlit hours in Trinidad and Tobago slowly whittled away. I instead landed in the deep hours of the night, contacting my Airbnb host that I’d finally arrived. Saint that she is, my host picked me up and drove me to my accommodations.
While driving, I regaled my host with stories of my greatest traveling blunders. I waxed on about my Sri Lankan Train Jump, my Chinese Construction Site Arrest, my Ill-Planned Trip to Guatemala and my Hammock-Over-the-Hurricane in Mexico.
My host laughed in shock at my youthful stupidity of the past. She said I probably had a guardian angle watching over me. I suspect its at least a dozen and all of them were on overtime for all of my twenties.
Night of the Chicken
My Airbnb was especially lovely. There were quaint little shelves, a plasma-screen TV, a cushy bed, a robust air conditioner, a fridge stocked with drinks and a high-pressured shower.
But sadly, I would only have about ten hours there, so there would be no chance to explore Trinidad. However, I could afford a short jaunt around my neighborhood of Arouca, located to the north of the Piarco International Airport.
Instead of resting at home, I tried walking to the nearest restaurant. The neighborhood of Arouca proved far more active than I was expecting with people partying on every block. There was plenty of noise and drinking with groups of people roving the night.
I tried a chicken restaurant but found they wouldn’t accept cards. I forged on to a KFC, which happily provided me a hefty meal.
I went home, shared a conversation with my sister in the states and snacked on poultry.
Then it was time for bed.
Skylights
After my long experience at the Curaçao airport, I made my way to the Trinidad airport extra early to avoid any crowds. But I needn’t have worried. The airport only had a few people within and I reached my gate without trouble.
I spent my morning eating muffins, taking photos of the artworks throughout the airport.
I have a certain opinion while traveling. I don’t think visiting the airport counts as visiting a city. By the same logic, I don’t think my mere fourteen hours o chicken and sleep count as a visit to Trinidad. So in the future, when people ask if I’ve ever experienced Trinidad, I’ll have to shrug and say “not yet.”
But that’s for another day. For now, I’m on my next and final hop for the week. I fly to see my friend Lionel in Barbados.
So best regards and excellent trails,
Old Sean
Written July 6th, 2024
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