Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Trini Tuesday- A Walk Through Arima

Thanks to Susie for giving me the idea of taking a walk.

We lived in Arima, Trinidad for the bulk of our stay on the island. Come with me as I remember my first walk through Trinidad's third largest city.


It's a hot September day in Trinidad. We've just moved into a lovely house on the outskirts of Arima. It's the biggest house I've ever lived in, a yellow one story, concrete block house. We've got palm trees, Hibiscus, fruit trees and all sorts of flowering tropical bushes in the yard. Our shipment of household goods from the US hasn't arrived yet and we haven't had a chance to buy any furniture yet. We have some borrowed folding chairs, a mattress on the floor, Diana's portacrib and what we could carry in suitcases. We have no phone service, that won't come for weeks yet. Things move a bit slowly down here. We haven't got a car either. But we are here! Let's go grab a taxi and see what we can find in Arima.

The three of us walk the half mile out to O'Meara Rd. to catch a taxi. There are maxi-taxis which look like airport buses. They have colored stripes on the sides to designate whether they travel east/west or north/south. There are also all sorts of private cars that function as taxis. We recognize them by the license late number which starts with 'H' for 'hire.' On a busy road like O'Meara there is no trouble finding a taxi. The slghtest eye contact with a driver or nod of your head brings one to a screeching halt. Even if a full one passes by it is only a matter of a minute or two before another one comes along. An H-car stops for us and the driver asks, 'Long drop or short?' The befuddled Americans look at each other and he clarifies, 'Where all yuh going?' Oh just into Arima, please. 'Ok, dat is a long drop as I will be crossing de Bus Route den. Just so yuh know. Tree TT dollahs fuh a long drop, two fuh a short.' We peer out the windows all along the ride, watching coconut trees, strange buildings, and an endless parade of other taxis whiz by. The driver rather skillfully dodges the massive potholes and ditches along the side of the road inspite of some of the tight squeezes that look utterly impossible. We disembark in downtown Arima and the driver indicates where the O'Meara Rd. taxi stand is situated so we know for our return trip. Aside from being white Americans, which makes it impossible to camoflage, we must have that 'just off the boat/deer in the headlights' look to us. I'm grateful for the kindness.

We head right into the thick of the action. It's market day so the town is full of shoppers, though it is late morning and the latecomers will be scrambling for the remnants of the fresh produce. Hills of bright red tomatoes, sheafs of local dasheen bush and cooking herbs, mountains of more kinds of bananas than I knew existed stretch out on rows of tables shielded by tarps or wooden roofs. Gigantic Pawpaws dangle from roofs and pyramids of watermelons tempt me. Watermelon in September! Awesome! I'm a bit shocked by the booth with all manner of pig parts. And I mean all manner! The table draws my attention like a car wreck. There are rows for ears, tails, snouts, feet, and well, I'll be darned.... there's a whole row of pig penises! I silently swear to myself not to ask what parts of a pig are in a dish I may be served in the future. Ignorance will be bliss. The call of, 'Potatoes $2 a pong (pound)!' and the counter of, 'Oh gosh, gyal! So much? De next one ovah have it $1.75 a pong!' snaps me back to attention.

We slowly work our way out of the market and back to the street. We pass Royal Bank and march toward 'The Dial.' At the central crossroads of Arima stands a clock. When the town was first founded it was an acutal sundial. No one remains who would have seen the sundial but the spot is still referred to by that name. On our way, we stroll through the main business district. There are stores and a few restaurants. We see lots of Trinidadian franchises among the appliance stores, the grocery, clothiers and fabric shops, lots of mom and pop type stores too. We take notice of the offices for the local utility companies. Little do we realize how much time we will spend standing in those lines over the next few months. My eye is so drawn to the fabirc stores (so much variety, so cheap, and such good quality! I can't resist!) and I ask Mr. Lime if he minds me wandering through one. He says no and he will keep walking with Diana since she has lots of energy and they will meet me back here in 20 minutes.

The time passes and I exit the store and wait for a few minutes. I see no sign of them. I check my watch and see a half hour has passed. I'm not worried but I wonder if I should stay here or go look for them. I stand on the corner at the Dial, in the center of Trinidad's 3rd largest city, looking up one street and down the other. I am a complete stranger but a lady going on her way and without missing a step informs me, 'Yuh husban' an' chile up by de post office.' Um, ok. Thank you!' I take my chances and find my way to the post office and sure enough, there they are! I guess when you are so obviously foreign people know you belong together. I tell my story and Mr. Lime and I share quite a giggle over it.

It's getting hot and we are getting hungry so we decide on a street vendor for some 'doubles.' Two small saffron-colored, soft pancakes filled with curried chickpeas and potatoes. The vendor asks if we want pepper. We ask how hot because we've had some encounters already. The vendor obliges us with a short course on the types of pepper available not only for doubles but for any dish you can imagine. Mr. Lime decides he is content with 'slight pepper.' The vendor counters with a bit of picong (good natured ribbing) about the relative weakness of American tongues and stomachs in being able to handle a proper Trini pepper. The stuff is seriously cheap and seriously filling and delicious! We wash it all down with 'sweetdrink.' Mr. Lime goes for a Coke, I want to try the local favorite 'Big Red.' I'm not a big soda drinker normally, but under the blazing tropical sun it sure hits the spot. We double check with him about the location of the O'Meara taxi stand and head over.

We decide on the maxi-taxi this time since one has been parked a few minutes and is waiting for a final set of passengers to fill up before leaving. We squeeze in and settle among the other passengers and all their goods from market day. The aromas of herbs, peppers, ripe fruits and various toiletries swirl around inside the maxi. It may be tropical but it's unlikely you'll encounter BO on a maxi in Trinidad. People here are fastidious in hygeine. Even if you don't have running water in your house you either haul water to bathe twice a day or you take your turn bathing at a public standpipe by the side of the road. As we bump down the road toward home we see a couple of children being lathered, scrubbed, and rinsed by one such standpipe. Our road is coming up, we indicate to the driver where to stop, pay our fare and step out. Diana is asleep on my shoulder and we slowly walk the half mile back to our house. It's the heat of the day and time for all of us to be resting.


Jodes said...

sounds wonderful

barefoot_mistress said...

That was a wondrous adventure through Trini, Lime! Sort of reminds me of India, but then, everything does! LOL
My favorite part, how the locals knew that you belonged to the white guy and baby down at de pos' office.....
In Bangalore, people on the street say to me that they remember me from last year......I love that!

logo said...

I love it!!
What a great day!
thanks for the tour

kellywalters said...

that was really really long.. but I read the whole thing cause it was friggin interesting.. I loved it!!

bsoholic said...

Awesome! Sounds like it was a good time.

Unrelated, the Nurse and I are planning a vacation sometime in September to the Dominican Republic. Hopefully I'll have interesting stories like this to tell.

Anonymous said...

My words exactly.Awesome post Lime.
I lived through this as I read it, the sights and smells were tangible.

Sheri said...

What an awesome post! I felt like I was along on this journey.

Thank you thank you for sharing!!

More Trini stuff please!

lime said...

oh thanks so much everyone! i was afraid maybe it was too long after i actually posted it. glad to know it conjured it all up for you. that's what i was hoping.

Gary said...

It was long but I read the whole post. I decided two things:
1 I would love Trinidad.
2.I would not love pig penises.

lime said...

LOL, gary. I concur on BOTH points!

FunkyB said...

Amazing -- I needed a vacation. Thanks for the diversion, lime!

The Zombieslayer said...

The driver rather skillfully dodges the massive potholes and ditches along the side of the road inspite of some of the tight squeezes that look utterly impossible.

Sounds like their streets are like Texas streets.

As for doubles, those don't sound very appetizing.

Tish said...

I'm from Trinidad, but currently live in Miami, and I was pleasantly surprised to end up on your blog and read this post. It brought back sweet memories and I would really enjoy a doubles w/slight right now.

Ann said...

Ann is a Scammer and a pirate. Think twice before your report people.

Anonymous said...

what does she mean fro I'm greatful for the kindnes and whats that off the boat look? Im Trini and ah want tu know.

Anonymous said...

Im Trini and she had mistaken pig tails for penises. Trust me we dont eat penises but the tail do look like penises so i could understand.

Anonymous said...


Trini in London here. Great post. I’m from Arima originally and you brought back a lot of memories.

And no, those were not pig’s penises, those were pig’s tails….lol Salted pig tail is considered a delicacy, makes all forms of wondrous dishes, adds a special flavour. It’s most popular among the old folk, and country folk as well.

Arima people are very friendly, kind and willing to help (especially if they think you need help….lol) We are known for our “country” ways and living. I love that you’re immersing yourself in living like a local. That’s the best way to experience Trinidad. You will be accepted into the local community very quickly, have no fears about that.

My advice, get some Trini friends/neighbours to take you for a river lime, up Blanchisseuse forest at a cool river with a waterfall. Make sure they bring out the food (curried duck anyone?), the cards and the rum (or rum punch if you’re not that adventurous).

Hope you continue to enjoy your time in our country/town.

Suldog said...


I'm really enjoying the posts you pointed me towards. Great travelogue!

A row of pig penises? I am, for once, utterly speechless.