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Wednesday, August 27, 2025

To­ba­go Peeps

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While dri­ving over a lit­tle bridge near Rock­ley Bay, I see two fig­ures sit­ting on a bank of the riv­er, on the land­ward side of the bridge. From the road the wa­ter looks like green glass. The fig­ures ap­pear to be two women fish­ing. Their sim­ple, sil­very ve­hi­cle, is parked at the side of the road, win­dows down.

I park oblique­ly op­po­site with win­dows up (a ha­bit­u­al re­ac­tion, hav­ing lived in Trinidad). I head with Venus on a leash to­ward the pair. The women, one sit­ting, one stand­ing, are chat­ting as they gaze in­to the wa­ter, hold­ing rods of long, slim bam­boo at­tached to ny­lon and bob­bing corks. The im­age is tes­ta­ment to a sim­ple life, one that does not need much to be con­tent in the mo­ment.

Their bait is large chunks of fish which, as one woman ex­plains, will tempt the crabs out of the wa­ter. An emp­ty buck­et sits near­by, wait­ing to be filled with the crus­taceans the women are yet to catch."We re­al­ly just here re­lax­ing," one woman says, un­per­turbed by the lack of crab re­sponse.It is in­deed an ide­al spot for re­lax­ation. Qui­et, clean, green, still, safe. A light late af­ter­noon breeze, tinged with the ocean's scent, cross­es the road to meet us.


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