My wife and I are coming to the end of a 2-week holiday in Trinidad & Tobago. We’ve been staying with friends: a lovely local family who’ve given us the special Trini’s tour of the main island and its smaller cousin Tobago.
If you ever find yourself stepping off a plane into Trinidad’s tropical heat, when immigration pull you aside, just tell them you know Michael and Kathleen. With a knowing nod and a wink, the uniformed folk behind the plexiglass screens will wave you through with barely a glance at your out-of-date passports. And outside arrivals, a cortege of official cars with nice blue flashing lights will escort you to your hotel where you’ll be treated like royalty. Honest.
