When we arrived in Trinidad we weren’t quite sure about it.
The streets of the centre were busy and loud. Not from locals going about their everyday lives but from groups of tourists being shepherded around town, blindly following the bobbing flag of their guide up ahead. Large tour buses clogged up the streets trying to get as close to the action as possible before depositing their load of passengers.
We were overwhelmed.
But instead of spending our time walking the same congested streets we hit the back roads. And what we found was a different world entirely. The streets were just as colourful but away from the hoards we could really appreciate them.
Instead of neatly dressed waiters trying to cajole us into over-priced restaurants we found families caring for their horses. Instead of fighting through the crowds we found empty streets with cyclists that stopped at makeshift shop fronts just to chat and ladies gossiping in doorways, their hair wrapped in rollers.
What a difference a few short blocks makes.