We had all been joking that the dry season never really happened as there has rarely been a day without rain since we arrived in Trinidad. It turned out that we had had a dry season or, at least, a drier season because now that it is rainy season, we are remembering what real rain is like. We are not talking April showers but the kind of rain that makes you question whether a hurricane might be en route. Indeed, it might be as this year is forecasted to be a particularly bad hurricane season. Continue reading “Then Came the Rain…”
Castaway and The Handsome Dutchman have been, give or take, in their house for a year. That might lead you to think that we have now some kind of routine. Well, to some extent we do, but this is Trinidad and there is always something going on to keep a Castaway on her toes. Continue reading “One Locust Makes a Plague”
Castaway arrived one year ago in Trinidad. It was supposed to be a sabbatical – a year of contemplation and recharging of batteries. Somehow, it has not quite worked to plan… but maybe it is the better for it. Continue reading “A Year in the Life”
Some readers may know of the Handsome Dutchman’s passion, some might say obsession, for cycling. This obsession was not made clear to Castaway in the early days. Although some glimpses of it existed, my Official Dutch Friend who acts as adviser on all matters Netherlands-related for many years now assured Castaway it was normal and not indicative of anything unusual. Continue reading “Please, Mr Postman!”
Of all the things that we are confronted with in Trinidad, buying petrol would not be expected to be the most challenging or entertaining. After a full six months of driving, it remains both. Continue reading “Fist Bumps with Odd People”
It was another gloriously balmy evening – surprisingly few insects and the temperature just right. Not so cold that we sought out a sweater and warm enough that the breeze reaching our hilltop terrace was still very welcome. Having acquired a gas canister and converted our European inlet for an US one, thanks to some help from Mummy and Daddy Castaway on their recent visit, we were barbecuing for the second time that week. We were thinking of snow-bound Northern hemisphere folks while finishing off a bottle of red wine after dinner. A tough life, but someone has to do it… Continue reading “Like a Bat Out of…”
Although The Handsome Dutchman and Castaway have an overwhelming number of things in common – so much, in fact, that we can create a sort of reinforcing and sometimes dangerous echo effect with each other – there are still some areas where the Scottish-Dutch cultural divide cannot be breached.