It is late in the evening and I am sitting at my balcony (!!) at the “The Copper Kettle” hotel in Port of Spain, Trinidad. A generator is running wildly to the left of me, but I have now plugged Tina Dickow in my ears – enjoying the Caribbean all-day heat.
The taxi driver taking me from the airport called this city the Caribbean New York, proudly stating that “we have almost everything here”. And apparently he was right. Port of Spain is a multicultural place where dressed up businessmen meets cool-colored dreadlock boys. Calypso/reggae music is hammering from cars while wannabe-western coffee shops serves latte and iceblends. My best choice today – by the way – was having one of these (caramel flavored icecoffee) in the sweaty mid-day heat 🙂
By now you might have noticed, that the capital of Trinidad is not paradise on earth. Port of Spain is an industrial concrete place with traffic chaos, and the city doesn’t nearly hold the same poetic charm as Havana, Cuba (the only other place I visited in Caribbean.) At least that is my first impression, though I have a feeling there is much more to the story.
