The SIM card that we picked up in the airport has been very useful (in my wonderful roommate's unlocked phone.) We called cab companies, got two quotes, and 45 minutes later were in the back of Alvin's taxi headed to Maracas Beach.
First, the drive. From the airport to Port of Spain is a flat bit between the ocean and this green mountain. The drive from Port of Spain to Maracas Beach is straight through and over the green hills, to the point where the green plunges down to meet the sea. As Alisa said, good thing we weren't driving because we couldn't have kept our eyes on the narrow, curvy road.
Second, the beach. White sand, palm trees, a little overcast in the morning, some odd sprinkles (while it was sunny) in the afternoon, and a while bay to play in.
We'll disregard the slight sunburn as a warning for the rest of the week.
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