Well ah reach and although it is overcast, it sill hot like hell. At least that's what I think as I seem to be the only person with rag in hand and hand moving in an upward and sweeping motion, wiping the sweat from across my face.

As I wait for my ride home, I find myself just looking around at the familar site of cars with the "hard pound" pulling up and parking to pick up travellers right in front of the no stopping sign with no regards to the wrecker directly opposite. In the distance North I can see the hillsides. Funny I never notied that before, but when you got time on your hands yo seem to notice a lot. I say to myself this is Trinidad, I love it to bad and smile to myself.

Nice! The ride arrived, we throw (literally) the suitcases in the trunk and head off down the highway. First thing catching my eyes is how Trincity Mall get so big. My brother then tells me that it's now the largest mall in the Caribbean and I would need more that a day to fully see and appreciate it. Probably plenty money as well to shop in it I replied. Further down the highway I could see that construction on the monstrous flyover by Grand Bazzaar is progressing. It's much needed I think to avoid some of the issues with traffic congestion.

By this time my eyes began to get tired and all I could think about was reaching home. Finally we got there and the smell of fish frying in my grandma's pot greeted me. After a quick chit chat and a bath, I sat down and taught that fish a lesson. Belly now full, I am off to bed as tomorrow is another day.