Trinidad at last

In oddly green (shallow) waters we motored 40 miles along Trinidad’s steep and jungle-clad northern shore. Heady floral smells and occasional showers drift down from the mountains. 

Magnificent frigate birds, pelicans, boobies and lazy dolphins hover around tiny fishing boats. So much to look at. At 3 pm we round the corner, into flat water down the passage to Chagauramas. A very fine feeling.

 An amount of vodka may have been ingested at this stage of our little journey. We make no apology for that.


 We picked up a mooring in the harbour, which was as I remembered it – noisy and colourful (the harbour, not the mooring).

Sleek, high-bowed and impossibly overpowered pirogues crisscross the bay at ridiculous speed, their drivers statuesque Rastafarians. Oil rig supply vessels, tugs, pilot boats, huge seismic survey vessels and small ferries dodge between a motley collection of anchored yachts. Bold splashes of Bougainvillea punctuate the jungle shoreline. 


Ian with our eccentric friend Mike

Ian and Mike





4 thoughts on “Trinidad at last

  1. Anna
    March 12, 2015 at 09:55

    Have a rum punch for me John … Happy Days xo

    1. March 13, 2015 at 00:02

      Consider it done, Anna. I’ve already regaled Max with stories of your predilection.


  2. Dean
    February 23, 2015 at 07:08

    Well done John, that feeling of not having to move to keep still – bliss! Thinking about your comments concerning the non-enjoyment factor of big stretches of water, I wondered if some people sitting in their cars on their millionth commute to work might feel the same way…?

    1. February 24, 2015 at 00:29

      Hello Dean. Yes, the stillness always comes as a shock, doesn’t it. And there are few better havens than Trinidad after an ocean passage. We left Cabo Verde before the carnival there, and missed the Port of Spain event here by 1 day. Such is the quality of my planning. But memories of the Olinda event in Brazil will stay with us for ever, unlikely ever to be improved upon.

      Now for a fortnight of – well, nothing much. Some sail repairs, rigging tuning and perhaps the odd ale.

      Best regards

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