This entry is one of nine that I wrote in roughly 8 hours and over a 28 hour period. I apologise for the quality of writing, but had to type furiously to get it all out before I collapsed. I preferred you read it in order:
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Of late, there has been a line of commercials involving a sasquatch. I am not certain what the commercials are meant to advertise, but I do know that you should never fuck with a sasquatch. The latest commercial I saw in Tobago involved three guys stumbling upon a sasquatch asleep in a field, with its arm spread open. One of the guys sprayed what looked like whipped cream into its hands, and another tickled its nose. The sasquatch then proceeded to slap away the imaginary flea from its face, effectively pasting itself with whipped cream.The three guys ran away laughing. A short distance later, out of nowhere, the sasquatch came up from behind and slapped one of them, in mid-laugh, right into the next commercial. It was freaking hilarious.
In Tobago, we had a sasquatch sighting of our own – Zodiac asleep on my bed. We did a minor re-enactment of that sasquatch commercial, only we used toothpaste instead of whipped cream, and our sasquatch was a lot bigger in person. Zodiac is a big guy after all. He did not wake up immediately after he unwittingly clogged his nose with toothpaste, and fortunately for us (Liz, Crys, Kris, and myself), he did not retaliate. We were rolling on the ground with laughter.
Eventually we hit the beach – Store Bay. This was the location of Great Race, which is why we went Tobago. Of course, because our only two drivers went to bed at seven that same morning, we did not reach Store Bay until way after eleven, and long after the colourful speed boats were replaced by slow moving glass-bottom vessels. We were there just in time for the party. The party was good enough for us.
As we entered the beach, I noticed that Zodiac and Rum had disappeared; Kris said they had gone to purchase ice. Almost an hour after they disappeared, they returned, and Zodiac was pissed. Apparently we were supposed to wait in some pre-agreed place for the two guys, and they had spent nearly an hour searching for us. I did not know this. Zodiac was pissed off at Kris, because he was the one who was told, and he was cussing. I asked Zodiac to calm down.
“We’re among friends.”
But he would not, and said he had no intentions of doing so. Like I had said before, Zodiac is a big guy. Watching a pissed off big guy was not a pleasant experience. I led Zodiac and Rum to our shady station on the beach, and left them to sort out there differences because I am only capable of handling conflicts that I caused.
Later we found the whole situation arose as a result of one miscommunication and one assumption. Everyone apologized to each other, and the conflict seemed to have been buried. Only to be excavated at a later time. But then I get ahead of myself.
One of our missions at Store Bay was to find out what parties were going on that night. Before we left Store Bay, we accomplished our mission, and intended to go to Shade, apparently MTV’s pick for the best club in Tobago. When we got there we realised that Tobago’s parties could not compare to the Zen and 51 Degrees of the main island. But then I get ahead of myself.
We had some time to kill before we went partying. When we got home, some of us hit the pool, some of us watched TV. There really was not a whole lot to occupy one’s time. The resort may as well have been completely ours because we rarely ever saw anyone there – except perhaps, the occasional tourist walking to their cars. Until then I was certain that the 10-or-so vehicles parked in front of the resort were holographic images programmed to change parking places every 4 hours, and vehicle models every 12.
Rum, Harry, and I decided to go for a drive. I asked them where they were driving to, and there response was in the vicinity of I-have-no-clue, so I jumped in the car and told them to hit the gas. Five minutes into the drive, Rum decided it appropriate to visit somewhere with a view. I suggested Fort King George. We had a map of Tobago which I had obtained from the Tourism Development Company (TDC) before we left the mainland, so with only a wrong turn or 6, we eventually got there.
By then it was dark, so exploring the place was more of an adventure than a tour. At night, Fort King George appears eerily exotic. Fort King George presents an absolutely gorgeous view of the Scarborough harbour, which immediately captures the aesthetic nature in even the most ascetic of persons. However, that is in the day, when one will not notice the absence of artificial lights, save a dim street light and a beacon straddling the very top of the hill. In the night, one cannot help but be overwhelmed by the thickness of the dark, and the massiveness of lone tree that, it seemed, would come alive at any moment. Immediately adjacent to the tree was what I could only describe as Dracula’s tropical abode. It was made of stone, and nestled into a hole which was about 4 or 5 feet deep. We warily approached the edge of the hole and looked down – even the boys were afraid to jump down and continue our adventure into the building.
Although it was a fairly cool night, the cannons perched atop the hill were hot. Warm is not the word. They were hot, and massive. We hung out there for a while, laughing, talking a lot of nothing, and making video documentaries about us solving the Da Vinci code using cryptic messages engraved into the bodies of the cannons. We eventually left when the boys got scared of an iridescently orange spider that guarded one of the two cannons, as if to prevent us from discovering the last and most important cipher of the Code. I kid – that was not the reason we left – although that spider was fucking scary. Our departure was due to the late hour, and the fact that we were to go to Shade to party that night.
And that was when the real drama began.