Trinidad and drinking...

February 22, 2010: At the airport heading to Trinidad, I witnessed a 70 year old man who sort of looked like an old version of Benny Hill get sucker punched by a 30 year old drunk tattooed man with the ink running up his neck at the Venezuelan airport. The youngster obviously drank too many beers with the scantily dressed woman in a bikini printed on the can - I truthfully think the woman on the can told him to do it. And no these people were not from South America...they were from somewhere in the European Union - probably France - laughing.

The past 2.5 weeks have been mighty insane on the Anthony´s craziness scale. It seems to me that Trinidad and drinking fits quite nicely in the same sentence. Too much to write and to make sense at the same time when paying by the minute at this internet facility so I am going to just write it out and not look back at edits and entertainment value. If you noticed, I stopped with the short stories...it takes me too long preventing me from getting out and getting myself more stories, but most of all it doesn't pay me anything. I will build on those stories another day in another country where it is cheap to travel and to rest a while. Venezuela has not been the cheapest place to be so far.

At about 3 in the morning on the day of Carnival, I put on my clothing made for wife beaters and headed to the streets with a freshly shaved head covering my body in what seemed to be industrial grade paint as I staggered down the streets from the over consumption of alcohol. I then obnoxiously humped my friend, her sister, her mother and didnt want to leave her aunt out so I humped her too. The people in Trinidad call in wining but it is clearly humping...sort of dry humping doggy style. Now that I look back I laugh and am slightly embarrassed wanting to blame it on the alcohol or on how early this party started but I am not going to do it because it was neither...it was the spirit of the Carnival that made me do it and I am...sticking to it.

Went to several parties during the week that had a start time of about 9pm and an unknown end time since the old ones could not make it till past 3am. When we were leaving it seemed that the parties were somehow getting bigger. It could have been due to my double vision though. I do remember an unforgettable sight. It was of a 300 pound woman shaking her wet cheesy butt in spandex and she somehow, pulled off a spectacular gymnast / stripper move...the splits. The crowd went wild.

For two days during carnival I watched scantily dressed women ranging from pencil like bodies to jumbo sized markers participate in an enormous hump fest in the middle of the streets at impressive angles and heights. Here I was able to see my first butt implant. It was so amazing I had to take a photo. I can not believe doctors are allowed to do such a thing. It was seriously disgusting.

When night time came, I would go back to my friends place sleeping in a room of horror film stature as the 50 or so dolls that lined the walls and rested in the crib would stare at me. They did not move or even blink...when my eyes were open. I later found out that the women who lives here told a young girl that the dolls talk to her - gulp. Maybe it was the dolls that did something to my eyes at night as I peacefully slept. I would wake up in the morning and the were seriously sealed shut by some yellow glue-like substance. Thinking about it...maybe it was the residuals from an possible eye infection when I dipped my head in a wheel barrel of paint at that one party in the wee hours of the morning - carnival spirit.

Staying at a house on another island for a few days, it felt like some posh survival / summer camp. I learned a lot of new things here, starting with a few techniques from the cutest older woman who would tend to the family when on the islands. These techniques might take away profits from the pharmaceutical companies so they of coarse dont want you to know this. For example, if you are feeling sick...have a male pee in a cup, add some salt and drink it. Another one is that if you have a headache...no problem, have a male pee on a towel and gently place on your head. Unwilling to try it myself, I will be happy to provide anyone with some medicinal fluids for a small cost.

I was also taken out by one of the neighbors and taught how to spearfish. At first I was all gung-ho about the sport but when out there...I didnt want to kill anything. I realized I would rather order something already prepared if I want to eat fish and not kill it myself. This is why the McFish sandwich at McDonalds is sometime such a good option for those who are not barbarians and want to support the locals economy.

From my friends house I was able to do some snorkeling. Here I would tease the jelly fish by pushing on the mushroom top head until I was painfully kissed on the ankle by one of them. I dont typically drink too many fluids so I did not have enough medicinal fluids to douse the fire like burn nor did I want to ask for any assistance.

The past two weeks I did not do as much studying of spanish as I would have liked. I had hard enough of a time trying to understand the Bob Marley like accents coming from the locals. It was kind of strange seeing a white guy speaking like Mr. Bob Marley himself without the dreads or a splif resting between his lips.

Just arrived back to Venezuela yesterday evening, I must say that I really do miss Trinidad. Not so much the country, but the friends I made. Today is my first full day back on the road and I am excited to get out of the sand and into the mountains and deltas. No more beaches until Peru and that should will be a while - Yahoo!