Happy New Year. I’m now back in Trinidad. For all sorts of reasons, I decided to head back to sit down to some writing. I will be here for 5 weeks before I begin Part Two of my research trip. Part One was a blast. I travelled for five weeks through the islands of the Eastern Caribbean visiting Margarita, Los Roques, Bonaire, Curaçao and Aruba . . . → Read More: Turtles and Hoarders
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I’m in Aruba. People in Boniare and Curaçao said I would not like this place — too many casinos, too much Americana . . . → Read More: Lizards on the Rocks There are many things that Bonaire and Curaçao have in common: terraces of coral stone, candle cactus, iguanas, wild goats, casinos, huge cruise ships, like floating cities, legal prostitution — and rain! . . . → Read More: Curaçao Baroque Last night I visited Camp Allegre, or Happy Camp here in Curaçao. It’s probably the biggest and most civilised brothel in the whole of the Caribbean region. Brothel is maybe not the right word. It’s a cross between a hotel resort and a compound. It has ‘streets’, called things like Booty Walk and Happy . . . → Read More: Ladies’ Night at Happy Camp Spent the weekend exploring Bonaire by land. First the south of the island, today the north. A woman called Petrie Hausmann has been my guide and driver, who arrived here in the 60s to dive. As she said, Boanire is an islands of contrasts. The south is arid, they make salt there naturally, pumping it off the sea with windmills, collecting it in great mountains to be taken either to the US (used to soften water) or to Trinidad — for domestic use. These days . . . → Read More: Sangria in Rincon The whole island of Bonaire is a conservation park. You have to pay $10 US to put your toe in the water. Nothing like it anywhere in the world, a whole country that is a marine park . . . → Read More: Blue Tangs and honeycomb cowfish I arrived safely in Bonaire yesterday, about 2pm, right into the harbour at Kralendijk,( pronounced Kra-len-deck.). Afraid to say I was in a sorry state, dear reader, and it has taken a full 24 hours to regain my sense . . . → Read More: Blue Open Water, 300 miles, 72 hours and still here On 28th November 2010, I set off from Port of Spain, Trinidad on a journey through the islands of Margarita, Los Roques, Bönaire, Curaçao, Aruba, Cartagena and Panama towards the Galapagos Islands. I plan to mostly keep to the sea and the coast, sailing, windsurfing and snorkeling my way towards to my destination. I . . . → Read More: Notes From a Journey |
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