Christmas in Trinidad

After much unnecessary flight complications, I found myself basking in the warm glow of Trinidadian sunbeams while sipping mostly on concoctions made from rum and coke, and consuming scrumptious morsels of roti and curry chicken with potatoes.

The one memory I retained from my last visit to Trinidad some 12 years before was the dog to people ratio. Just as it was then, stray dogs still outnumbered humans by some ridiculous margin that I don't care to compute.

I don't have the patience to provide a detailed account of the trip, so I will just post a bunch of photos taken by my sister the fledgling daguerreotype enthusiast.



The original residence of Ancilla Williams, my mother. The street has recently been renamed Williams since a majority of family members reside or own property.


A cousin whose name I've already forgotten.


Reviewing some notes I took while looking pensive; I'm also pretending to be unaware that my photo is being taken.


My sister Silvia and I reflecting on the capricious nature of life while at the top of 'Lookout Point.'


A few shanties built into the side of this mountain. These people are all one landslide away from being shelter-less.


A Parang band that played in Aunt Dulcie's gallery for Christmas. They brought an extra guitar when cousin Caroll told them I could play.


Me trying my hand at the mandolin.


Uncle Jango (foreground), or as I call him, Uncle Jango Fett playing some sort of bass instrument. After meeting him I know understand where most of my musical talent comes from. Uncle Jango Fett also had many anecdotes to share about intentionally peeing on himself in public places.