In my humble opinion, there’s not a bad spot, view or beach on the north coast of Trinidad. Not all beaches are accessible but the views are certainly there for everyone to enjoy. The drive is long and winding but the lush flora and the oceanview makes is all worthwhile.
This is just one little beach with so much beauty to offer. Enjoy the pics.
When I turned thirty, some thirty-something years ago, it was a turning point for me. I truly felt that I had finally grown up. I was a big woman. Married with two kids, just purchased my second home, a working career with a great future, and I was secretly thinking of adding one more kid to my small family. Secretly because my husband didn’t know about this plan just yet, and quite frankly he never really knew. It just happened – that’s my story and I am sticking to it.
It was a time full of excitement, lots to look forward to with a growing family. Lots of places to go, people to meet. I held a party at my home to mark the momentous occasion. Friends, family, food, drink, music and dancing of course. As you can imagine, there are a few stories that we reflect on from time to time with our close friends, in awe of what could only be termed as reckless behaviour in this day and age.
There was a certain excitement in my life with what I could only dream were many years of fun and adventure in my future. I was ready to take it all on.
My youngest son turns 30 today. He has just recently landed a job ticking all his boxes. He is single, not that this is a plug but I could take applications – LOL just kidding. He’s just spent the past two days celebrating with friends – fete after fete after fete, as they say. I tried to curtail his enthusiasm with sage advice. It didn’t work. He was determined to put his mark on this milestone.
He organised a party at our home. Friends, family, food, drink, music and some dancing. My husband and I retreated early to our ‘not so quiet’ space as we were no longer ‘needed’. There was certainly a lot of noise, laughter, singing and from the Instagram pics, there was dancing as well. Thank God he warned the neighbours.
The morning-after clues revealed in no uncertain terms that a fun time was had by all and that my thirty-year old was responsible. The house was cleaned, leftovers put away or given away, and the bar empty or tidy – depends on the perspective. But he was missing in action. My husband insisted on calling him, but I knew in my heart that he was just stretching his celebration to the limit. And he was. Going to be beach was next on his list of adventures. I was hoping that this was this last hurrah of the celebrations. A quick pit stop to stock the cooler, and he was off.
Turning thirty has not changed. It is still a force to be reckoned with – no matter the era. It’s a turning point as you head towards the more responsible time of your life. It is to a large extent leaving a bit of your youth behind. A youth you’ve lived to the fullest, taking with you your memories, your joie-de-vivre and your optimism for the best future ahead.
I’ve been going to Tobago annually for the past 30+ odd years. Since my boys were toddlers and infants. It’s such a lovely place to spend your holidays with your children. Beach, sun and fun. That’s all children really need to have a great vacation. And friends of course. And we are fortunate enough to belong to a group of friends who have weathered the test of kids, time and growing pains so that our children were surrounded by what they have grown to call their ‘normal friends’. Friends who have been with them always.
As a form of entertainment, we have toured Tobago by land and sea. It’s a small island after all. So that’s an easy feat to accomplish year after year. But by far the most enjoyable times have been our adventures by boat and of course hiking.
Our kids may no longer be with us as they are grown and growing their own families, but that hasn’t stopped the adults from continuing the exploration of Tobago without them.
Argyle waterfall, located on the northeast side of Tobago just past Roxborough, is one of the highest falls at 54m cascading down 3 levels officially. And I say officially because that’s what is told to you by, well, the officials let’s say. But we managed to hike up the sides of the waterfall to seven levels of pools and rocks. Each level taking you through the lush green woodland that surrounds, and affording you the opportunity to relax and refresh yourself in the cool water of the rock pools that greet you.
The hike begins with a short 20-minute walk through wide paths adorned by huge trees and the lush flora. The silk cotton trees were in full bloom and we were somewhat mesmerised by the seeds floating across our path. You can hear the roar of the waterfall in the distance and your first impression upon reaching the falls is that this cannot be it. But as you climb further you realise that that was just the beginning of what is truly Tobago’s finest waterfall.
As I sit, my view is filled with the lushness of the natural green of my garden. Green parakeets flit from one palm tree to another feasting on the berries and then cooling themselves off in the water captured in the guttering of the roof of my home. They are funny little creatures, these parakeets. The sweetest chirping fills the air as they chat with each other. I imagine them like children, playing with each other, hiding under the leaves of the palms, calling out to each other as if to say – “Look at me. I’m right here”. Then flying off again dancing from one tree to another. Laughing with the wanton abandon of kids with not a worry in the world.
My garden attracts all different species of birds and other wildlife. I have been fortunate to have been surrounded by the lushness of the environment all my life. Green is a colour that calms me and fills me with a great sense of peace and quiet. In my garden the green of the grass and the leaves of my plants assure me that nature is alive and healthy. Thriving. Contributing to the environment positively. It tells me that the creatures too are at peace as I notice the butterflies taking their fill of nectar from the flowers while the birds feast on the berries they love.
As I venture in the natural forests that make up a great part of my home, the twin island of Trinidad and Tobago, I revel in the green that brings everything together – a perfect backdrop for the native flowers and wild bushes that nurture the many birds and insects that prosper in this environment. Again, I am at peace with the world. Everything seems to be in its right place. The order of the universe continues regardless.
I’ve not always been an admirer of the colour green and all it implies. Simply from a purely materialistic standpoint. Green just never looked good on me. It’s silly. But true. However, as I’ve matured and learned to appreciate the beauty that surrounds, Green has become one of my favourite colours.
It has become a critical part of our vocabulary. No longer an adjective, it is now a verb as we focus on the future of our world and our environment. We want to ‘Green’ the earth again. The concept of ‘Greening’ is on the lips of the CEOs of our largest corporations, our governments, the leaders of the world. As we realise that without the natural greenery that surrounds, we are nothing. We realise that what we have been doing over the past centuries does not complement what is there for all to not only enjoy but to profit from naturally, mentally and physically. We have taken advantage and continue to take advantage not realising that the beauty that surrounds, the green in our world is there to ensure the longevity of our existence.
Green complements and nurtures everything in our life. From our physical beauty to the simplest things in life. Our flora and fauna thrive with the natural green beauty that surrounds. And with that, we too will thrive.
I constantly boast that there’s not a bad spot, beach or view on the north coast of Trinidad. And even though I’ve driven along this coast hundreds of times, I am still in awe of its beauty. The rugged coastline, the small, isolated islands embellishing the ocean view, the lushness of the flora lining the road and cascading down to the beaches.
There are many beaches that are easily accessible and some that take a bit of a hike to get to. But all are beautiful, peaceful and welcoming. The Marianne beach and its river mouth are no different. Frequented by beach lovers daily, this spot has become a much-loved location for weekenders and those seeking a quiet getaway anytime during the week.
We simply intended to take a quick refreshing swim in the river, but lingered on peacefully until the sun set. Highly recommended to relieve stress and put a smile on your face.
I suddenly felt that I was in the middle of a dream, floating gently down a body of water, not quite sure exactly where I was, for the beauty that surrounded was like no other. The clear turquoise waters, the lush green forest, the babbling of the water running over the rocks, pool after pool after pool.
As a group of avid hikers, we were in search of the Mystic pool – one of the many pools which form the Matura River in the north-eastern part of Trinidad. The nearby Matura beach is known as one of the best turtle watching sites in Trinidad, but I can assure you that there are other natural resources which make this small village spectacular beyond words – a dream for nature seekers.
The hiking trail is by no means challenging, except maybe for the short decline and ascent to and from the river, but the trek through the river, with its numerous waterfalls, picturesque gorges, and amazing swimming pools will more than make up for any discomfort you may endure.
We had ample time to swim, dive off rocks (mainly the teenagers in our midst), swing from the ropes hanging from the trees (not only the teenagers but the young at heart as well), snack, capture the natural beauty in our heart and mind and cameras, wade through the waters and, of course, loll in the many babbling brooks.
Did we have a great time? We certainly did. A must visit for all nature lovers.
An early morning start with a drive to the beautiful Caura Valley to begin our hike. Honestly our small twin island state abounds with such natural beauty, it is a shame that I don’t explore it more often.
Already as you drive through the Caura valley you can envision the peace and quiet you will be trekking through. The mountains now awakening still covered in mist, the calling of the birds as they start their day, with the distinctive ‘tocking’ of the Bearded Bell Bird also known as the Campanaro, native to the upper regions of the northern range, and the peekaboo views of the Caura River as you near the beginning of the trail, all contribute to building the excitement for your journey.
The Brasso Santo Trail is home to hikers, bikers and hunters and much thanks must be given to our bikers who have made the trail passable with their ongoing efforts to keep it clear of fallen trees.
The beginning of the 13.5 km trail takes you along a meandering path criss-crossing the Caura River several times before making your way up the mountain. The water is clean and refreshing, the river shrouded at times in Bamboo, and the banks are lined with the white peace lily giving off its characteristic scent. You begin to relax and smile not realising that you will soon begin the gradual ascent to the top of the ridge traversing the northern range. Your elevation gain will be a total of 777m with a maximum height of 500m.
Along the trail there is evidence of hunters as you pass a makeshift shed and if you are a keen observer, you will notice our local version of ‘sentry posts’ created to spot unsuspecting animals all along the path. These are strips of branches laced or nailed between two trees so that the hunter can either sit or stand unseen for hours awaiting their prey.
The forest is not dense and allows just the right amount of filtered light for you to enjoy the beauty of the natural flora keeping you cool along the way.
There are several check points on this trail – the ‘Belly of the Beast’ lets you know that you have reached what seems to be the lowest point in the trail. The ‘Bathtub’ – a very welcoming small pool of refreshing water filled by an endearing waterfall. And ‘Base Camp’ – an arbitrary meeting and look out point where you reap the rewards of your climb with views stretching along the north coast with Las Cuevas beach to the west.
It is undulating territory as you leave Base Camp, primarily downhill along the path when you finally exit the forest and enter the open landscape where you can catch a glimpse of your final destination La Fillette bay. You’re almost there. And after a 4-hour hike, you are content knowing that you have just spent a relatively short time crossing but a small part of our beautiful northern range experiencing nature at its best, shedding some of your worries and anxieties. I would say a morning well spent.
As an avid lover of all that is outdoors, the opportunity to discover places new to me is always welcome. And as a blogger it is always my intent to use this forum to share my experiences as I explore my surroundings. However, I am having great difficulty in describing the true beauty and sense of pride after having hiked the gorges of the Heights of Guanapo, a hill with an elevation of a mere 218 metres and located in the Northern Range on my island of Trinidad. But I will try.
This adventure began with a long, winding drive through the foothills of the northern range on the Guanapo Road. This area is home to the Guanapo quarry which has contributed significantly to the road damage and dust pollution as you make your way ever so slowly to your destination. It’s worth the effort though and the banter in the bus of course almost helps you forget the passing of time.
You stop at the side of the Tumbason river and begin the hike with a short 40-minute walk through the forest until you reach the part of the river where you now continue through the waters to the gorges. Some swimming through pools, some wading through the waters and mostly strolling through the riverbed, takes you to the beginning of the gorges.
For the most part the beauty that surrounds is pretty similar to other rivers in the forest. As you enter the gorges however, you are literally silenced by the imposing magnificence of the rock formation reaching towards the sky. There is little sunlight, and the water begins to get a bit chilly, but you are impelled to move forward craving more and more of this splendour.
The river takes you up a few levels over minor waterfalls, until you suddenly, and without much fanfare, reach a small pool where you can go no further.
It’s not a challenging hike and very much worth your morning.
What a fabulous introduction to our grandchildren.
Julius – 4 months at the end of our holiday – captured our heart – always ready to smile, never fussing (unless hungry of course), always happy for a hug and kiss and a morning walk, listening to the birds singing and his Grandma’s lullaby ‘Little boy’. What an absolute pleasure. Spitting image of his mother, with his grandmother’s complexion – perfect. He’s won the ‘Angel of the Year’ award.
Wyatt, a 15-month-old with music in his soul and love in his heart – does not stop moving or ‘talking’. Always strumming a ‘guitar’, with an intimate relationship with ‘Exa’ (Alexa) who seems to respond appropriately to his random requests to play ‘Too’ (Bob Marley) – dances to all music and always has a story to tell. The way to his heart is definitely through his stomach – a pleasure to feed – who shows his appreciation for everything with the random kiss. No fear of water and keeps you on your toes at the beach. A character you can only love to the moon and back.
Solomon, our eldest – adores his brother, Baby Ju-Ju, smothering him constantly with ‘gentle’ hugs and sloppy kisses, loves his cousin Wyatt with a wicked streak that overrides this love at times. After six weeks, we still need a translator for his Aussie accent, but we managed. You’re drawn in from the get-go, as he slips his little hand in yours and beckons you to ‘come Grandma’. Loves an adventure and is extremely aware of his surroundings. Gives great morning hugs and is enraptured by ‘Moana’.
He is sensitive and caring. When his cousin left us for the last time, he noticed tears in my eyes and asked why I was sad. ‘I miss Wyatt’ I said. ‘Me too Grandma’ and he continued to keep me distracted by catching fish with our pretend rods and telling me stories of whatever came to his mind. As I watched him play minutes before my final departure, he again noticed tears in my eyes and asked, ‘Why you sad Grandma’. ‘I am going to miss you’ I said. ‘I love you so much’. ‘I love you too’, he whispered.
The tears have not stopped flowing. Until we meet again my boys.