A couple of years ago, I lived in Trinidad. Worked in Port of Spain and lived in Diego Martin. My friends and I spent the weekends either at Maracas beach or in Tobago. We found a great guesthouse in Crown Point and used it for every visit. We got some really good friends and felt safe all way through. One night at a party at "Shades" I fell and cut my leg. It was a deep cut and it needed stitches. We were discussing what to do, when a total stranger came up and said that he would take us to the hospital in Scarborough. He did. And he stayed outside the hospital for more than an hour, while I got my leg fixed. Then he drove us back. He wouldn't accept money, so I bought him a stag and that was it. Only in Tobago !!
Then a year later, we were going back to Tobago for a 3 week holiday. When we arrived in the airport in Copenhagen, we were told, we coulnd't board, as Trinidad and Tobago were part of the Caricom Cricket Cup and that we needed a visa. We couldn't get a Visa like that, and didn't know what to do. I tried calling some of my Trini friends, but no one answered. Scrolling down my phonebook I found the number to the guy who rented bikes out to us a couple of times. I called him. Woke him up actually. I told him the situation - he said "hang on Susie - call me back in 10 minutes, I'll go to Crown Point airport and find someone you can talk to". I called him back 10 minutes later and he had found an immigration officer who told the lady at the check inn in Denmark, that she could board us - she would provide the Visas when we arrived. When we finally arrived the next day - everything were like when we left a year earlier. Every one greeted us like they'd just seen us. The bartenders remembered our drinks, the people owning the guesthouse remembered which room we prefer. Our friends at the beach came to visit at night like they'd always done. And that's why I love Tobago and Tobagonians
