NICE island of Trinidad, Do not be stingy and be glad (continued, part 2) My uncle lives in a house located high on a hill, a lone shepherd, well, maybe not quite as lonely shepherd. At least his home is above all, on the hill in Vistabella. As this name suggests, this area is a beautiful view, both at sea and in the city. Clearly visible from a distance of oil refinery Pointe-a-Pierre looked absolutely amazing with its smokestacks, which puff night and day, and around which (luckily, at a distance from Vistabelly) generously spreads the smell of sulfuric acid. Colored houses the San Fernando, but we went in another direction to find the Peach Lake, strange bituminous lake 135 feet deep. The meeting ended with the fact that we lost, either because they themselves were inattentive, or because of complete lack of road signs. At the end of the cognitive, we went into town Debe to eat. Debe - one hundred percent Indian city (population of Trinidad represented half black and half Indians, and there is growing number of Chinese people) and, frankly, he looks just like Southall (large suburban district west of London, inhabited by immigrants from the Indian subcontinent, approx. TRANSFER.) On the way home we stopped to talk to a friend of my uncle, and in his garden, I gathered up some fresh mango for breakfast. Sounds a little every day, I know, but it reminded me that I'm in the beginning of a long and exciting journey! The next day we went with his uncle in his clinic in the business district of San Fernando, and again the same friend invited us to dinner at the best Chinese restaurant in town. I did not mind, so we accepted the invitation to dine at the very expensive institution in the suburbs of San Fernando. "Optimism is contagious." Coca-Cola Does not know? The last time we were in Trinidad for about ten years ago, and the country has indeed changed. There were several fine buildings with examples of Victorian architecture, but a good half of them fell into disrepair and many were destroyed and replaced by modern buildings. Now the country has a National Trust (Organization for the Protection of Historical Monuments - approx. Perevi.) Which, in essence, there was about 5 years ago and is committed to finding and restoring buildings of historical significance throughout the country, but more degree in the capital, Port-of-Spain. Today the island is definitely looks a bit more seedy, but still it was nice to come here again. San Fernando My last morning in Trinidad I have devoted a viewing of local television. Fortunately for me, just started the show "Time saving" with Dr. Martin Lewis. As is common in America and the Caribbean, religious programs are an integral part of local broadcast television, and Dr. Lewis made in this case a contribution. First, he pointed his finger straight at me and announced that I, as a lost soul, can find its way only if follow him to God. Then suddenly his finger began to move down improperly (I once crawled stupid idea) and he looked at me, something hard waiting ... and then appeared on the screen of his bank details just below his thumb - he invited me to make a donation to the Lord by calling the hotline, "Salvation". I was ready to change the channel, as in the case entered the Gospel Choir "Divine Singers of salvation." Once again, they showed a lot of finger at me from the TV screen and talking about salvation from the devil is in the near future. And in the distance comfortably smoked refinery and they were right - the next morning I really was rescued by one of the friends of my uncle from the devilishly long queue at the airport. He just checked luggage in first class on the same direction, but on another flight, and insisted that a woman who deals with the registration of luggage, at the same time and took my stuff. Overshadowing grace at the right time, I went to the next destination, which became Zimbabwe. Start material:
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