Maracus Bay, which is about an hour's drive from Port-of-Spain (or more?), is stunning. Before leaving the city for the beach, Jo's bro bought us a local breakfast treat called "doubles". I'm not really sure what it is, but it had chick peas and it tasteed delicious. Forty-five minutes of twisty-turny windy mountain skinny-road later, I commented that I figured out why they call them doubles. I wondered if it was going to be as delicious on the way back up. JK - no hurling. Swimming (or "bathing" as the Trini's would say) in Maracas Bay was a real treat. The waves were BIG. I enjoyed jumping (small waves) and diving (big) waves with Jo's bro and nephew. I didn't go out-swim deep, both because of my no-exercise purgatory and because as I said, those waves were BIG. While we were in, one bigbigbig wave seemed to defy the wave pattern, cresting before me out of nowhere. It was too big to jump and too how-do-you-possibly-crest-so-fast-and-huge to dive. I dove it as much as I could, but got pulled back at least a couple of metres. What a powerful wave. As I shook the water off my face, trying to clear my eyes to locate Jo's nephew, both he and her brother surfaced at the same time (and together). Phew! Jo's brother, a confident swimmer, called it a "rogue wave" with a "holy shit" look on his face.
Photo credit: Johanna Elias.
(from Jo: *doubles is not so much a breakfast treat.....more like a breakfast,brunch, lunch, dunch, dinner and midnight snack treat.)
1 comment:
Funny, we Canadians also have a breakfast treat similarly called a "double double."
And if "skinny-dip" is defined as naked swimming, I fear I may have the wrong idea of what was happening when you said you were "skinny-roading."
Wicked pics. Looks like an awesome time :-)
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