Today is my second to last day in TnT. Tomorrow I leave for the UK where I will be starting work, and facing temperatures way colder than Trinidad. The BBC website says that there is icy conditions... a woman has already been killed after her car was hit by a train.
I am going to Port of Spain today, and hopefully can take some photos from the lookout. Blink came yesterday and installed the broadband here by my mom, so maybe tonight I can do a longer blog post. Complete with a few photos.
I met Ms R's cousin yesterday... I think Ms R is intending to set me up. Hmmm, the gal is pretty too bad, nice personality... but I met her only a little while before I leave. Heh, heh, heh.
I still have not met one friend I was eager to meet, due to a combination of lack of time, bad scheduling, a comedy of misunderstanding, and lack of transport. Coming back around Christmas time, I could not find a car to rent on short notice. Still, my friend Pagli (being unemployed) has loaned me her car to move around with on several occasions, and for that I am very grateful. In fact, she surprised me with expressing an interest in blogging, but prefers to be a guest blogger on this blog rather than start her own. So, maybe in future you will see posts uploaded by Pagli.
My friend Raj knows I am here for the past 3 weeks. He still has not dropped by (he has a car and passes my way everyday) so I am peeved with him. Still, I have not seen him for several years so a couple more won't be that big a deal, right?
I've completed all my (pitiful) shopping. My main concern is to take back some things for Punks to make up for the fact that she was not able to come on holidays with me. Before you knock me, understand that it was her mother refusing to let her come that prevented her from being here with me, not that I refused to bring her. My family here wanted her to come so badly, they were willing to pay all expenses for her.
I have just been reminded that in this house the coffee is 'two ton' coffee. That means they put 2 tons of sugar in the damn thing. Considering that my mother is diabetic, I've been stewing mad and nagging since I came for them to cut back on the suger intake... everyone, not only mom. She is a long story by herself... I found out her blood sugar has been X times the normal amount for weeks, so I've been ranting a lot with her. I think she will be glad to see the back of me tomorrow.
Well, that's about it until later. I'll fill you in on what my day is like.
By the way, I see the murder rate in Trinidad is off to a fine start. And once more a teenage girl had been kidnapped and killed. Trinidad now seem to have sicker men living here than Abdul Malik and Boysie Singh.
I met Ms R's cousin yesterday... I think Ms R is intending to set me up. Hmmm, the gal is pretty too bad, nice personality... but I met her only a little while before I leave. Heh, heh, heh.
I still have not met one friend I was eager to meet, due to a combination of lack of time, bad scheduling, a comedy of misunderstanding, and lack of transport. Coming back around Christmas time, I could not find a car to rent on short notice. Still, my friend Pagli (being unemployed) has loaned me her car to move around with on several occasions, and for that I am very grateful. In fact, she surprised me with expressing an interest in blogging, but prefers to be a guest blogger on this blog rather than start her own. So, maybe in future you will see posts uploaded by Pagli.
My friend Raj knows I am here for the past 3 weeks. He still has not dropped by (he has a car and passes my way everyday) so I am peeved with him. Still, I have not seen him for several years so a couple more won't be that big a deal, right?
I've completed all my (pitiful) shopping. My main concern is to take back some things for Punks to make up for the fact that she was not able to come on holidays with me. Before you knock me, understand that it was her mother refusing to let her come that prevented her from being here with me, not that I refused to bring her. My family here wanted her to come so badly, they were willing to pay all expenses for her.
I have just been reminded that in this house the coffee is 'two ton' coffee. That means they put 2 tons of sugar in the damn thing. Considering that my mother is diabetic, I've been stewing mad and nagging since I came for them to cut back on the suger intake... everyone, not only mom. She is a long story by herself... I found out her blood sugar has been X times the normal amount for weeks, so I've been ranting a lot with her. I think she will be glad to see the back of me tomorrow.
Well, that's about it until later. I'll fill you in on what my day is like.
By the way, I see the murder rate in Trinidad is off to a fine start. And once more a teenage girl had been kidnapped and killed. Trinidad now seem to have sicker men living here than Abdul Malik and Boysie Singh.
6 Comments:
I wonder if your friend Raj reads this blog?
:O
hey, glad your having a good time, it was sad Punks couldn't go, but I am sure you will get her something good, to make up for her disapointment (and yours!) Btw we know your a great dad, no need to remind us.
Too bad about your friend. But some friends are like that, and it turns out that they aren't really friends....
I only recently started to read your blog and I like it. Keep it up, Jumbie :)
Warning: wet blanket ahead.
"The BBC website says that there is icy conditions... a woman has already been killed after her car was hit by a train."
Lets get this straight, she died primarily of stupidity (aka dunciness) not because of icy conditions.
"Coming back around Christmas time, I could not find a car to rent on short notice."
Excuses..excuses.. eef yuh dee call meh - ah would a make one phone call and yuh woulda be sorted out. Some people t'ink ah does jes' be makin' fun all dee time - look eef yuh want anyt'ing tuh happen on Monkey Rock, jes call meh...I go jes press a few button on a telephone pad and minutes later, i's akshaaan. I doh wuk like Monkey Islanders yuh know - when I want it tuh happen, now fuh now it happening. Daize it.
"My friend Raj knows I am here for the past 3 weeks. He still has not dropped by (he has a car and passes my way everyday) so I am peeved with him."
Boy, not everybody rich like you eh. Dee man muz be busy pullin' bull - as dey say!
"Before you knock me, understand that it was her mother refusing to let her come that prevented her from being here with me, not that I refused to bring her. My family here wanted her to come so badly, they were willing to pay all expenses for her."
Daize like a red rag tuh a bull. Look nah man, i's up tuh you - buh yuh see me, I doh negotiate wid 'terrorists'. I does gih dem dee treatment. Eh? Dee one whey ah mash dee 'cockroach' under meh shoes and twist meh foot. Playin' negotiation games wid terrorists? Boy daize a doty (aka dirty) game. You stand tuh get f***ed, and not dee pleasureable kind.
Captain's rule No.2:
Do onto others before dey do onto you!
"Considering that my mother is diabetic, I've been stewing mad and nagging since I came for them to cut back on the suger intake... everyone, not only mom. She is a long story by herself... I found out her blood sugar has been times the normal amount for weeks, so I've been ranting a lot with her. I think she will be glad to see the back of me tomorrow."
Tell she I say she go dead like a dorg - eef she continue so - probably tuh echo what yuh already tell she.
It probably not relevant to yuh mudder (aka mother), but lots of Monkey Islanders give up now. Yuh know 'Back tuh back, belly tuh belly, ah do cyare a dam a done dead a'ready'. There is a definite and evidence based rise in murder-suicide scenarios, dat many a donkey psychiatrist in Monkey Rock eh pick up on yet. That represents a state of social hopelessness that boils down to the individual. But make no mistake there are many on the Rock who eh inclined to go to the extreme of murder. Instead dey commit slow suicide. How? Excesses of alcohol, sex, drugs, cigarettes (yeah, ah know dey ha' dem types all ova dee worl'). And twinned with that is a short-sightedness about health in Monkey Rock. In other words a proportion (note that word carefully) will give up and think, 'Leh meh enjoy mehself yes, because tomorrow a gun man or rapis' could come een here and blow meh away anytime..so, leh we eat, drink and merry we self'. Yeah tell meh ah lie.
Ah will be relieved when yuh come back. At least yuh risk of being murdered over here is at least 15 times less dan on a godforsaken rock.
When you reach England You must speak and write proper English too, not some stupid half English!
Anonymous, I like my 'stupid' half English Trinidadian dialect. It reflects a great deal of richness of language that standard English cannot express.
Besides, I know several English people who have appalling grammar, syntax, spelling etc. In other words, they don't know English any better than the nearest monkey in the zoo.
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