With Virgin to Tobago

Tuesday’s travel plans went seamlessly. A three minute walk from my hotel to the bag drop followed by less than 10 minutes to get through security and a well planned rush free loading by the Virgin ground staff deposited me in an aisle seat with no one besides me. I was surprised that there were no new passengers boarding the plane when the majority disembarked at St. Lucia so less than 50 of us made the eighteen minute hop to Tobago. Cat my transfer driver was waiting for me in arrivals  and he deposited me at Golden Apple Villa my accommodation for the next week in less than an hour but we did make three stops on the way for beer. I was unpacking when things went wrong , the power went off as soon as I switched the air conditioning on, it wasn’t until later that I learned that one of the local buses had taken down not only the power lines but also the internet and TV cables as well. The power company guys were out within the hour and the electricity supply was soon reconnected but TV and internet are still down but Bruce, my host, brought around a dongle this morning to satiate my digital desires.
I am staying in Castara on the Caribbean coast of Tobago, it is a fishing village that has some rustic tourist accommodations. The people here are lovely and love to chat but I have not yet managed the local greeting of ‘yeah man’. I have met Hazel the baker and ordered bread for Friday, and also ordered a carrot cake from a lady who bakes to order, the barber is proving elusive, he only opens when he has nothing else to do. It is cheaper here to dine out than to buy the ingredients and cook yourself so besides breakfast and the occasional lunch on my patio I will be dining out especially as there seems to be something happening at one restaurant or another most days of the week.
Today I plan to book some trips out and walk up to Englishman’s Bay, the next beach north, for lunch.
The only drawback so far are the Tobago alarmclocks, there are an over abundance of cockerels in the village whose internal clocks are out of whack so they seem to crow constantly, fortunately my brain has tuned them out so I can sleep soundly until the sun comes pouring in my window at 6:30.