What a day we had today! Today the six of us made our way into Port of Spain to get a taxi up to the small fishing village of Blanchisseuse in the North of Trinidad. It has a lovely beach and not a lot else. Since we arrived in Trinidad, everyone we have met has told us POS is pretty dodgy. There are two streets which are safe and all the others are not, especially Charlotte St and eastwards of that. We should always know where we are going and how we are getting there and how we are getting back, never venture into POS after dark. We had to get a taxi form a pretty crappy part of the city. We'd been given safe directions but chose not to follow those (not my idea) and ventured towards the gangland east side of Charlotte St (gang land HQ). With guide book in hand and whiter than white skin we soon attracted some attention but did find the place quite easily. We were expecting a taxi rank of some description but it turned out to be a street corner and a busy one at that. It was just like leaving a footy ground, people everywhere. And only 6 white guys. We stood out a little; everyone stared, probably thinking 'bloody idiots!'. Then we met Ziggy. Ziggy was 100% crackers and 200% dodgy. He started chtting to us and then his mates came over, thery were very pleased to see us and were really helpful trying to get us into cars and round corners and get us away form where we were. Guys were on phones ringing people who could take us. No taxis had arrived that weren't already full and we started to get a little jumpy. Ziggy was talking at us, mainly Pete and I, well mainly Pete really and then whispered to his pal who would go and come back and ring people. Guys across the road were staring at the girls and more and more people arrived. I suggested selling the girls but was told that wasn't an option! Ziggy was still talking and had likened us all to famous actors, Cate was Julia Roberts, Sarah was Kate Moss and rich was Red Dragon from Rocky IV, Pete and I? Pete was Peewee Herman and I was Will from Will & Grace. That sucks, we were the only b*****s talking to him! Nutter. Anyway, there was a deaf and dumb guy trying to help us and get Ziggy to leave us alone. He eventually pointed at a maxi taxi and the Red Dragon practicvally threw the girls in then we jumped on. It was going in the right direction but not as far as Blanchisseuse but we didn't really care. Ziggy started talking to the driver trying to persuade him to tell us he wasn't going where we wanted but we staged a sit in and finally got under way. It was pretty intense and scary but we survived. The trip took us up into the rainforest and then we gently dropped down towards the coast. The drive was spectacular if not a little windy! They drive on the left here but only when it suits them! We arrived two and a half hours later, having persuaded the driver to take us on further for an extra 20p, bargain. We found the guest house, dumped our bags and ventured up the road to the only hotel. We arrived late, unannounced and they still managed to supply us with King fish and Rum Punch. It was eventually a very nice evening, we had our feed and then the mozzies had theirs! Off to the beach tomorrow!