I have been in Trinidad for the last 10 days. I try not to read the newspapers and so my equilibrium remains, leaving my senses uncluttered by fret, free to take in the beauty of the country.
My goodness, the place is beautiful. Like the rest of the Caribbean, December-January brings an atmosphere that is magical and sparkling. The air is crystalline, a backdrop for the greens to pop- from luminous chartreuse glinting in the sunshine, to emerald to mossy viridians. On the way to Blanchisseuse, the greens are overlaid with the yellow-oranges of wild heliconias, the reds of gingers and the profusion of colour offered by crotons, that most under-appreciated of shrubbery. And returning to Port of Spain in the twilight over the hills, the place cool, the vistas serene, composed, every eye full a postcard.
Yesterday I went for a drive with Ian down Chaguaramus. Always a visual delight, the peninsula was pristine and quiet (at least once past the feters). Lush bamboos and giant heliconia foliage. How’s this picture for perfection?