Why Frooples is still in Trinidad.

Yes Dear Reader,

I am still in Trinidad. I should have been on a plane right now, exhausted and cranky, crossing over Germany. But noooooooo, I am sitting at Froopert's desk, all shaky and weak because I have food poisoning, bronchitis, and the flu.

Well, to be fair, I've had bronchitis for the past 5 months. Living in super-dusty Bucharest doesn't make for easy breathing. I was recovering nicely in Trinidad's clean air, but then I got the flu. This flu includes vomiting and coughing (a beautiful combination). Because my cough started to become a tad unbearable, I called and postponed my flights home by two weeks.

Good thing I did! That night I spent harrowing 4 hours by my (very competent) doctor.

Have you ever vomited (on your knees, on the floor, crouched over a plastic bag with a roll of Bounty under your arm), in a waiting room?

Ever vomited in a small bread/bed-pan looking receptacle with drips in one hand and your doctor holding you up so you won't collapse?

Ever been vomiting and thinking "Can't move my hand, can't move my hand, the needle will fall out, can't move my hand, Froopert looks like she's going to faint, I think I need to go to the bathroom!"?

Well, it was quite an experience! Personally I think somebody (I'm not going to name names here) gave me "badeye" (or the Evil Eye), I'm sure me fellow Trinis will agree. Or, it could be because of the DELICIOUS oysters I ate the day before, but I doubt it.

Anyhoo, yours truly will be in Trinidad for two more weeks, overstaying my welcome in the country, taking dumb photos of us in the cars and making lame videos of sunrises that I will post to my other youtube channel. (Can you tell I'm not my usual self today?)

Froopert

A small summary of our joint adventures.

Greetings all,

This here is Frooples, speaking to you from Froopert's Compudy, in Trinidad.

My time here is almost over, I'll be leaving in less than two days. *sigh*

Anyhoo, I'm glad to be going home too! It's nice not having to sleep on the couch (not that

mom doesn't have a spare room and both she and Froopert don't have beds big enough for three-I like the couch somehow). And I, Froopert am forced by Frooples to leave my nice large bed in my bedroom to sleep on the floor next to Frooples because she's allegedly afraid to sleep in the living room alone.

Froopert and I spent all day making this great video for you all. Well, maybe it isn't so great, but then we are both sick and coughing like old wheezy dogs and we are taking Histatussin.

That thing is da bomb! Next time I go to a cooler fete I'm going to buy me a bottle of histatussin.

"Oh no, thank you so much for your offer, but I brought my own drink! No beers this time around! Histatussin is the only drink for me this Carnival! Pass the ice."

Want to float? Take a dose of histatussin. I'm not too sure it's helping with the cough though...

So, back to my story, we spent all day battling with stupid Windows Movie Maker (next computer is a Mac!!!!) and now Youtube is refusing to cooperate.

So, I'll put a few choice pics for your viewing pleasure and maybe even explain what they're all about.

This is before we left for "Rise" fete (midnight to sunRISE, get it?) Froopert on the left.

Here we are with Wen at "Rise" fete. We stayed until the fete was over - I went to bed 8am the next day!!! I, Froopert was holding the camera- didn't I do an excellent job?


Here we are going for dim sum lunch at Eagles' restaurant with my (Froopert's) in-laws. (That dashing individual at back is our mother)


Here we are, waiting at 7:30am (after waking up at 5am) outside the licensing office.

This lovely young lady was taking part in the Tobago J'ouvert festivities. I found it to be in very good taste that she chose to cover her arms and shoulders. I also approve of the hood, who knows if it'll rain? It is a wise man who is cautious about the weather.


This is us bored at Machel Montano's concert at Normandie. We escaped from Machel's "sermon" and went to hang out with the security guards. (That proved more enticing.)


Here, we are on our way to Hanami Sushi restaurant in Movie Towne.


Notice our joyous expressions at the promise of impending sushi.

What happens when two Froops meet?

Well, You would find out as soon as we meet.

I plan on going to Trinidad and Tobago this Sunday!
Yay!
I'll be leaving home Saturday and overnight-ing
in London and then hop a plane
(like "hop a drop" not hop ON a plane) to
Barbados and switch planes and fly to T&T.
(I won't be actually flying the plane - I'll be too tired)

I'm going to get me passport replaced with a
new CARICOM one the region is harassing the
populace to use. It will not improve my life in anyway,
we will all still have to go through the long,
embarrassing and expensive process
of begging for visas to other countries.
Even if we have no intention of hiding and living
in a country that's sometimes worse off than T&T!

Anyhoo, my other, more important reason for
going to T&T is for Carnival!
I didn't experience Carnival for 5 yrs and as a
Trini, that's very, very bad for health.
Romania doesn't allow for much winin' dong!

If you want to hear some Soca music - specially
designed for winin' and partying C'bean style, go stalk this person.
This year's Carnival is on the 23rd and 24th of February.
If you're looking for tickets to get to T&T now, don't bother.
There are no more seats on ANYTHING available!!
Oh wait, when I checked on Tuesday, there
was one business class seat still up for grabs...

So, I'll be busy packing tomorrow, and busy
in transit on Saturday and Sunday. Let's see if Froopert
will have anything to say to us in the interim...

Frooples

A Coffin Shop Stalker?

So Froopert left Trinidad this morning to go to Tobago - the idyllic sister isle.
She will be there for one week, learning to be a fisherman. She will be specialising in catching crabs and pacro.
You can view a pacro here on Froopert's less insane blog.
I also have a small video of one being pried loose from it's rock.



Because I will not be able to chat as usual with Froopert while she's fishing, I stayed up until 2:30am talking and laughing with her and our other good friend, Abi.
I am 6 hours ahead of Froopert, and even more hrs ahead of Abi in Costa Rica, so they started to tease me that I was the only awake person in Bucharest.

I was dubbed the 'Coffin shop Stalker' by Abi, because she remembered said I live opposite coffin maker's shop...
I'm trying hard to be offended, but somehow I find that's kinda cool...

*sigh*