Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Trini Tuesday- A Walk Around Arima

I'm working all sorts of extra hours this week so blogging time is kind of cut into. I first shared this post four years ago so I think it's safe to assume most of you have not seen this before.

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.

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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 to date, 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 porta-crib 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 slightest 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 goin'?" 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 in spite 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 camouflage, 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, sheaves 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, whole heads, and feet! 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 stroll toward The Dial. At the central crossroads of Arima stands a clock. When the town was first founded it was an actual 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 fabric 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 but he will keep walking with Diana since she has lots of energy. They will meet me back here in 20 minutes.

The time passes. 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 as I 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. As I tell my story 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 doubles are incredibly cheap and really 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 hygiene. 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.

15 comments:

g-man said...

A clean Trini, is a Good Trini!!!

Gledwood said...

That looks like a film-set version of the most touristy beach areas of India (ie without the dirt!!!) I would love to go Caribbean. Never been in my life. Hey I almost forgot there's the French Caribbean too ~ so I could pretend to be testing cocktails for "cultural" reasons ~ ya know, improving my French, bettering myself, all that bullshite!

Have a nice day :-)...

Gledwood said...

btw I said "touristy beach areas of India" because a lot of people out there live in buildings most westerners wouldn't keep their BIKE in let alone live in... know what I mean...

furiousBall said...

I love these Lime. oh and btw, I wore my Lime tye die the other day and my gf said, "i missed that shirt this winter"

S said...

What fun!

Craver Vii said...

What a great description; I feel like I could have been there!

Suldog said...

I thoroughly enjoy your stories about Trinidad. You have such a love for the people and places, that it's almost impossible for a reader to not be swept up in that himself and begin to feel the same fondness. Thanks for sharing them, and please do so more!

Craig said...

What Suldog said; it makes me want to go there, someday. . .

And I'm getting a good chuckle from a complete stranger approaching you on the street, telling you where your husband and child were, because, obviously, the only three white faces in town must be connected to each other. . .

Cricket said...

Now you've gone and gotten me all hungry again. Last time it was curry, now those doubles have me thinking samosas. Or even a couple of turnovers.

And the big red, reminds me of "jamaica" (hibiscus) sodas I used to get at the Mexican market.

AND, I just got back from shopping. I hope that was $2 .Trinidad, 'cos I just paid $2 for 10 "pongs" of potato. Or are those praties just x-pensive there?

Great travelogues.

secret agent woman said...

Great story.

James Goodman said...

great description, I can almost picture myself there. :D

Dave said...

Good story.- Dave

Jocelyn said...

This was lovely. Like you, I'll never stop being glad you got to have that experience in your life.

(hey, I wrote two sentences; I commented on three other posts here and realized I was doing short-and-weird thingies)

Julie said...

I've been living in Trinidad for the last six years, and this photo of Arima could have been taken yesterday! The dial is still there, the market and the maxi's still the same, even the peoples clothes. People still wash under the stand-pipes and are still scrupulously clean.

elect rand paul said...

i lived in arima off cocorite rd in 2003 for 1 year,and could not wait to leave,such a dirty place!! omg and the crime,a different kidnapping everyday,of course that is when patrick manning was in office...i miss the food i love the doubles,and roti..