Yes, love at first sight exists. It happened to me when I reached the small coastal village of Grande Riviere in northern Trinidad, in 2013. Til then, I’d not been so far along the northern coast of the island of my birth, the island I call home, mostly because the road is bisected and blocked. A large chunk of Trinidad’s northern coast has no road at all, accessible only on foot or by boat. You can drive along from the west, but then the road simply stops. To go farther, you must make a massive detour across Trinidad’s heartlands to the east coast, then up; then you must double back. It’s like you’re tracing a huge oblong, much of the route a bumpy drive, one many Trinidadians are reluctant to undertake.
That day, I’d been the wing woman for a filmmaker friend. We’d been shooting for her short film in Toco, on the north coast, when she mentioned stopping for a drink at a hotel called Mt. Plaisir Estate.
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