Trini Blog 4 Tobago, Little Tobago

Flying the 12-minute flight to Tobago felt like starting a brand new adventure.  We moved from the fairly plain rooms at Ada Wright to the fairly luxurious Blue Waters Inn, right on the ocean.  And  air conditioning, ahhhh.   Not that I didn't sleep at Asa Wright, I was always so dog tired, that I could have slept anywhere, but the coolness of the Blue Waters room was so nice.  And I had a balcony looking out on the surf, with an occasional visit from a Chachalaca.
Here are more adventures.

I love it that Caribbean Airlines uses a hummingbird as their logo

We came to an abrupt halt, blocked by a Carnival celebration.  It was the kid's turn to dress up, 

and we were so delighted to at least see part of Carnival.  (There are two distinct Carnivals, one for

family and kids, and one very adult celebration. We only got to hear about the latter).

I have to say that I heard the loudest music amplification system it has ever been my misfortune to hear. 

The bass on the Roger'D sound truck was like Mt. Doom right outside the bus.  I thought the 

windows would blow out.  And I have heard some loud drummer in my time, but nothing like this. 

One of the views from the veranda of Blue Waters Inn.

What a great sight to see the ocean after five days in the jungle. 

Magnificent Frigatebird.

The group headed for the glass-bottomed boat for the 20-minute ride to Little Tobago.

That's  Mr. Z on the left, our guide. 

On the never-to-be-forgotten-slog-up-the-mountain, we saw the Chivi Oriole

We arrived at the overlook, and after gazing in wonder at all the bird life flying off in the distance, 

Mr. Z pointed out this female Red-billed Tropic Bird two feet in front of us!

Wonderful fliers, terrible landings.  They spend their entire lives out to see, and their legs become

very weak, so that when they land, its a crash landing.  

The Frigatebirds must not be that far removed from their dinosaur predecessors.

We were too far away to see much of the Boobies, but these shots were taken

on the trip back to the Inn. 

And here is my visiting Rufous-vented Chachalaca, sitting on my balcony. 

The loudest birds in the forest, and clumsy, like Hoatzins. 

Portuguese Man-of-War!

And finally, on Tobago, we got a great view of the Trinidad Mot-Mot. 

How beautiful can a bird be?

That land mass to the left in the distance is  Little Tobago. 

From our dining room table. 

The steak-and-lobster option.  

And a fairly (fairly) decent cabernet. 

Sue looks a little jealous.