Tobago!

Right, after such an amazing day&night (went to bed about 5am) sharing&spreading love with lovely&lovable people everytime I just end up in Tobago! An afternoon serious swimming (to the showers) in Grand Anse before catching the flight and last local -already a bit watery local juices at the airport. I just got a public van and asked him if he could drop me off at the airport -as it's off road. Without any problem and just for 5 times the normal price, which eventually I gave even 10 times that -so guess how ridiculous it was, I was giving my passport without any other information of connecting, leaving, whatever in MQ they would have annoyed me I just tried the simplest way. Actually, all the "stucking" problems came in Tobago with the inmigration control asking me where I was going next every time and if I had an evidence of it. Which of course, after Colombia my answer was Bus Bus Bus. She left and after 20 mins of checking things she gave me everything back and I asked "something wrong?" so she apologised for that. Then the custom's officer, checking everything on my backpack and in my cloth bag and asking for every single thing "what for" (and myself asking him to repeat every single thing at least twice as he was talking so so so closed, no pronunciation at all). Afterwards to every single stamp of my passport, asking questions. Men..I know your job is such a boring shit and thanks to people like me at least makes it a bit funnier but...stop buggin'me!!

Conclusion, never be the last again.

A taxi driver -not a water one this time- asked me if I wanted a ride and I gave him a really serious NO for response, like "get away" (expecting my CSing to be there as she mentioned). But eventually, I had to come back to ask him how much for a ride. Pss I felt bad. Albeit he didnt noticed my mood before, but anyway, I apologised and explained what happened.
Oh men, such a cool place she lives. I went to catch the sunset at the beach after checking out some ripe mangos on the tree outside for my later dinner.

There were supporters of booth political parties everywhere with red&white tshirts indistinctly and whereas Europe you get judged by who you vote to, here they were all partying together, like a small carnival, with small trucks, all sounding their horns, with flags, out of the cars..crazy! Even kids! Was pretty cool.

I had finally my mango smoothie while adding to it both sides of the mangoes and then their hearts just eaten and sucked. Soooooooo gooooooood ones!

About midnight my host, her roomate and her boyfriend arrived all tipsy from a party, they woke me up to join them and we share some laughs with a tea where I added to all of them a hint of cinnamon and ginger like those that I intend to add in life everytime x)

pics: Grand Anse in Grenada, where I swam all straight without any worries. Sunset NW Coast Tobago. The nice entry (like a hostel) to the kitchen of the house.
video: Living the elecions. Dinner at home.