I'm not made for the heat.

I made it to Port of Spain alive. It is ridiculously hot here. I'm the only one who is sweating like crazy. Quite embarasing actually, because I never sweat.

I've been wandering around and exploring. Woodbrook, the area that I'm staying in is pretty nice. I have a park in front of the house and restaurants and bars all around.

I've been told I shouldn't be walking around by myself downtown, but being stubborn, I went anyways. They friends say that there's been a lot of recent killings and kidnappings in the city.
I hopped in a taxi. A note about the taxis here, they're shared and run along fixed routes. It gets confusing, but I've gotten pretty good at pretending I know what I'm doing.
I saw Independace Square today. Nothing too exciting, or "dangerous," although I did see a guy carrying machetes over his shoulder.

I've fallen in love with Trini food and expect to come home fat.
I got some corn soup on the street, ate doubles and pholourie. So good.

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