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Local Taste of Trini ~ Tobago

This time, my family and I are headed to Tobago.

My Aunty and Uncle were kind enough to invite all of us on their family vacation.

The first night, we chilled out at the house and Batman made Curry Crab and Rice, and the next day we headed to the Buccoo Reef and Nylon Pool.

We had such a blast and there are still more videos to come.


Excellent Footage

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Local Liming


Excellent Footage!!!


Carnival 2016 ~ Ladies Ladies Ladies

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Local Aerial Drones


Port of Tobago ~ TnT Spirit


Manzanilla Beach in Trinidad's North East Coast


Maracas Bay

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Local Gymnast ~ Thema Williams


Behind the scenes shoot with photographer Scully Photography in Down Town Port Of Spain with Gymnast Thema Williams

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Local Doh Run Slack vs Pommerack Legs Saga - Part 2

Expletive Language

Candy Say She,The Red Gyal and Rachel Price had a Threesome in St Augustine


Darrel Dookoo in his Singing Mode about Rachel Price


91.9 and Crew Live With Rankin Ria


Rankin Ria Makes TnT Guardian

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Local Ocean Art ~ Hyatt



The Day I Saw A Flying Ship - Scenery at the Hyatt

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Local Aranguez ~ Hindu Festival of Ganesh Utsav



Hindu Festival of Ganesh Utsav 2016 held at the Aranguez Park Under the Peepal Tree Ashram

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Local Aerial Drone ~ Port of Spain Waterfront

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Local Carapichaima ~ Orange Field Road

Any explanation?

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The Local Film Festival is starting this week, and there is a record FOUR feature length local films premiering! Which ones are you looking forward to?

My personal pick is Sanskara, and I'm loving how they are showing our flaws as a society and then throwing serial killers into the mix.

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Foreshore

Sweet!

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D Diesel Report ..serious 3 canal cutlass aka local machine gun..dey in vid

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demented..i think they use a forklift an rest it in porch and put back the railing afterwards..lol

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Morpheus..

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Local Rankin Kia Boss

Budow Budow..

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Local Brian Lara ~ The Lara Nightmare

A saga in which Australian hopes were repeatedly ground to dust

How could I not hate Brian Lara? He was exactly the kind of cocky, flashy show-off that Australians are trained from birth to despise: especially if the show-off is not Australian; and doubly so if the show-off happens to be very, very good. To see a man who is too big for his boots is anathema for many an Aussie fan. To see the same man demonstrate that, in fact, he fits into those boots perfectly is utterly unbearable.

My memories of Lara are mainly of frustration, of games that my beloved Australia would have won easily were it not for this contemptuous aristocrat standing in the way, plundering great and average bowlers alike. And he did it with such a born-to-rule attitude that you grew to hate the sight of him. He had an arrogance that you never sensed in Sachin Tendulkar, his rival for the title of world's best and a much harder man to hate. When in full flight, Lara batted like an angry lord horsewhipping a servant: he didn't just obliterate bowlers, he behaved as if it was sheer impertinence for them to even dare bowl to him.

If anything, the fact that Lara barely participated in the era of West Indian invincibility made him all the more loathsome. Marshall, Garner, Holding and Ambrose battered and crushed Australia; Richards, Greenidge, Lloyd and Richardson flayed them; but to hate these men seemed pointless. They were grand and terrifying, so clearly on another level that their feats were merely the natural order of things.

Brian Charles Lara was a different kettle of fish. I was introduced to him during the epic and desperately close 1992-93 series when he lit up the otherwise deathly dull Sydney draw with a frighteningly powerful 277 that would still be going on were it not for a run-out. After that series - the last time West Indies held the Frank Worrell Trophy - Lara increasingly became the shining light in a struggling team. My team beat his more often than not, which made his triumphs all the more irritating. I still remember a one-day international in Perth, in January 1997, when with West Indies on the mat, half-out, far behind the asking rate and limping towards a meek defeat, Lara suddenly decided he'd rather win. An assault of utter savagery ensued. He swung Australia's best bowlers to and over every part of the ground with all the difficulty of a lion swatting aside a rabbit.

I remember even better the 1998-99 series, which Australia would have won 4-0 were it not for Lara's monumental 213 in the second Test, and his unbeaten 153 in the third - the latter surely as good an innings as anyone has ever played. The Test was done and dusted, West Indies five down and 203 short of victory, when Lara once again made up his mind: Australia should lose. And so they did, by one wicket, following a display of batsmanship so breathtaking it was positively symphonic. A mighty Australian team drew the series 2-2 with a feeble West Indian side, purely because of Lara's unmatched ability to heave the whole team onto his shoulders and drag them towards the light. And sitting at home in Sydney, bleary-eyed and exhausted after staying up all night with the radio for company, I seethed at this up-himself little aristocrat's denial of the complete domination that Australia surely deserved after the humiliations of the '80s. If there was one thing Lara specialised in, it was denying Australians their full measure of joy. He wouldn't even let an Australian keep his world record for more than six months, topping Matthew Hayden's 380 with his own 400 not out before we'd even had a chance to revel in it

And yet, and yet… as easy it was to hate Lara, the harder it was to deny his dazzling, intoxicating appeal, which stemmed not only from his genius, but also from his frailty. If there was something monstrous about Lara's ability to compile gigantic scores, there remained something appealingly human about the way that ability would periodically desert him. If Tendulkar lacked Lara's appetite for the truly gargantuan, Lara never quite had Tendulkar's calm, perennial authority. He was a true artist: possessed of boundless creativity and unmatched aesthetic expression, yet also captive to the artistic temperament; arrogant, moody and prone to distraction.

That Lara rose amid the ruins of an empire cannot have helped his demeanour. As defeat for West Indies became the natural order, a crumbling dynasty turned to its last titan. Yet in taking on that burden, Lara proved himself perhaps an even greater player than he could have been had he been surrounded by fellow champions. If this was a one-man team, there can rarely have been one man so well equipped for the job.

And no matter what context you saw him in, no matter what team you cheered for, there was no argument against those strokes. The high, ominous backlift, daring the bowler to sneak under it. The glide across the crease and into perfect position. The square drive, flashed off front or back foot with a bullfighter's flourish. The square cut, rasped at light speed through point from anything a smidgen short or wide. The iron-wristed pulls and subtle glances, the feet tap-tapping down the wicket like a crocodile springing from the water, the bat whipping through in a brutal arc to unleash a cannonade into the stand. Innings after innings played with cyclonic force, cavalier grace allied to an inner fury, punishing anyone with the temerity to send a ball his way.

You could hate this remarkable batsman. You could curse his name and grind your teeth whenever he hove into sight. But you couldn't watch him slash and thunder his way through the world's best attacks without being aware that you were witness to something extraordinary. At the end, even an Australian who had wished countless times to see the back of him knew that his life was richer. Even an Australian could be grateful to have seen his team put to the sword by a man who piled up mountains of runs, more remorselessly than anyone since Bradman, but made every moment of accumulation a work of art. Brian Charles Lara, you gave us so much. If only a little less of it had been against Australia.

http://www.thecricketmonthly.com/story/ ... -nightmare

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Local San Fernando ~ St Joesph Convent School


The list of great houses of the past is Tennants Building, formerly located on the southern side of Harris Promenade, San Fernando. It was dismantled in 1983 to make way for the extension of St Joseph’s Convent, one of the leading secondary schools providing education for girls since 1882.

Robert ‘Bobby’ Montano, a member of the Montano family, who lived in the house for many years, said he was unhappy when the building was dismantled, “Initially it was the Great House built by the Tennants Estates Ltd to house managers employed with the large sugar estates in the Naparimas. Built around 1913, it was first occupied by Scottish-born Moody Stewart, then manager of Ste Madeleine Sugar Company. At that time the Tennants family had direct connection with British royalty.”

“Unconfirmed reports indicated that one Lord Glenconnor, who was heir to the Tennants properties, spent some time in the house, after he became victim of a broken love affair with Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon, after she had opted to marry a member of the royal family. Unhappy over the incident, young Glenconnor decided to visit Trinidad for a short period to get over the stresses of the incident.

With the scaling down of operations in the sugar industry, this elegant house was sold in 1927 for $27,000 to Alberto Emilio Montano, father of Robert and former owner of Imperial Stores Ltd of High |Street, San Fernando. After purchasing the house, Beryl Date-Montano, wife of Alberto, named it Homeleigh.

According to Robert, “It was one of the largest wooden houses in San Fernando. It had 100 windows and one had to be shut permanently because at the time only the governor’s house was allowed to have 100 windows. The house had several rooms, including four bedrooms. One for the girls, another for boys and one each for my parents “

There was a pathway leading from the house to the Promenade, and during World War II an air raid shelter was built in front of the house. Above the house there was a piece of land where labour leader Uriah Butler held meetings during the 1937 labour riots.

In the mid-1950s, the house was sold to the convent and by 1983 it was dismantled to make way for a new concrete structure.

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Local Beryl Mc Bernie ~ 1913-2000

So this just happened…



They bulldozed to the ground the home of Beryl Mc Bernie (1913- 2000)- the Mother of Caribbean Dance, the co-creator of Best Village, the preserver of our Folk traditions, the first choreographer of our Independence Festival, the founder of the Little Carib Theatre, the god-mother of literally thousands of performers, companies, and performances here and in the diaspora. Her house. They bulldozed it. With things in it.

We cannot be serious as a people. Cannot. We must confess now that the whole Independence thing, the flag, the anthem, everything, was just a big joke. A flam ting- and we’re ready to move on now to Mc Donald’s, the Union Jack, Trump, the Star Spangled, whatever Reality Show boat-ride that comes along. Anything! But this Civilisation called Trinidad and Tobagp? We flunking dat exam. Cause we aint serious as big people, as Independent people, as heirs to one of the richest cultural traditions on planet Earth. WE CANNOT BE SERIOUS!!!

We just levelled the home of one of the 3 women we all acknowledge as one of the Mothers of the Nation. In any of the top 10 list of great Trinbagonian’s Beryl’s name must call. In any list of the top 5 women of the Republic Beryl’s name calling in the top 3- many times as number one. The theatre she created 68 years ago still exists as one of the only 5 functioning theatres in the twin island state! Yet still we just levelled her home. With things in it. Level.

The tragedy in Beryl’s Home is this. This was a facility that could have been earning millions of dollars. It is one of the top Heritage Sites in African and Folk diaspora dance in the world! A proposal was drafted by the Artists’ Coalition of T&T (ACTT) to turn the abandoned house into an Adaptive-Use Heritage Site which would have featured: an interactive Beryl Mc Bernie and Caribbean Dance multi-media Museum; an office for the Beryl Mc Bernie Trust; a working artist studio and small dance studio; and living quarters and working space for Residencies for top international dance practitioners. The Site would have been a pilgrimage point for students and nationals locally and for curious international tourists. Now that dream is no more… Part of the charm was the eccentric Beryl-style the building was built and landscaped in… The Site was supposed to be listed to be protected by the National Trust!!!

Of course the contempt didn’t begin today. The house lay abandoned and overgrown for years whilst billions of dollars were spending on fireworks, champagne, and box-drains… No. The contempt didn’t begin today- it was alive and well when Beryl was still living and was left to fend for herself with the upkeep of the Carib, the family home, herself, and her Legacy. Upon her death the lack of any active Heritage legislation and the possession of completely zero National Cultural Policy or National Heroes Policy (which would have had protocols for the treatment of the homes and Legacy items of National Heroes) meant that everything she left behind was ripe for ruin. Luckily her spiritual children took on the responsibility and shouldered on until the Little Carib too- like many local institutions- collapsed under over-use and under resourcing. After much activism the Carib received money to be refurbished and was controversially rehabilitated under a miserly release of funds. The Carib’s refurbishment is yet to be fully complete with the board funding the completion themselves. This is the home of our modern theatre by the way!...

We have to get SERIOUS. In the midst of a recession with Oil and Gas deposits and profits dwindling we are destroying the very gold that we have…

Beryl Mc Bernie consecrated all of T&T’s Folk Traditions- dance, festival ritual, costume, songs… She rescued them from neglect and protected them as best she could against the onslaught of American Media imperialism that came in the following decades. We have a force-field of Folk magic because she did the work to empower it… We have an indigenous vocabulary of movement because she insisted it was sacred and valuable.

Beryl actually was one of a trinity of T&T Dance Giants that acted as protectors of large swathes of the planet’s dance traditions- all born within 6 years of each other all over T&T.

Beryl was born in 1913



Dai Ailian who would go on to rescue Chinese dance traditions and become the Mother of Modern Chinese Dance was born in 1916;



Pearl Primus who would be the great champion and rescuer of African Dance traditions in America was born in 1919!!!



Between them the entire history of dance on planet Earth would have been completely different from the 1950s to the present! They transformed movement on planet Earth fundamentally through honouring ancestral and folk energies and connecting them to modernity. There. Are. No. Monuments. To. Their. Legacies. In. This. Country! This destroyed House would have been a beginning.

The Foundation Stone…



We must become serious. We cannot bury the bodies of all our greatest citizens and have nothing to show for their Gifts to us, nothing to look to as touchstones to their phenomenal Legacies. ACTT will soon publicly declare a major Heritage initiative that we hope will galvanise the public around the idea of preserving and honouring T&T’s incomparable heroic Legacy and creating an industry out of it that can employ many- from the roots to the branches…

Rubadiri Victor

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Local Mushrooms ~ La laja Falls

La Laja is a small farming settlement located in the hills 10 kilometres east from Arima
on the Arima-Blanchisseuse Road.

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Local Cocoa


Trinidad hosts one of the most important collections of cocoa diversity.

Prof Pathmanathan Umaharan, Director of Cocoa Research Centre, and his colleagues Darin Sukha and Frances Bekele, welcomed a small Crop Trust delegation to the International Cocoa Genebank Trinidad (ICGT), where we walked among the 2300 varieties of cocoa, and tasted some fine quality fruit, as well as wild relatives.

During our one-day, whirlwind visit, we were also kindly received by the Hon Minister of Agriculture, Land and Fisheries, Mr Clarence Rambharat; the PVC of the UWI, Prof Brian Copeland; and farmers from the Montserrat Cocoa Farmers Co-operative Society Limited at San Antonio Estate, Gran Couva.

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Local Chuner Hunters ~ Do You See It

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Local Spear-Fishing


Tobago


Trinidad and Tobago East and North Coast

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Local Aerial Drone ~ Las Cuevas Beach Clean Up

Highlights of the Barefoot Wine Beach Clean-Ups Beach Rescue Project who joined forces with the Caribbean Network for Integrated Rural Development for International Coastal Cleanup 2016, the largest single-day volunteer effort in Trinidad & Tobago to remove trash from the beaches, waterways, lakes, rivers and parks.


Excellent Footage!!!!! ~ Music: Moby - Porcelain (Arty Remix)

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Local Aerial Drone ~ Mayaro

Chandrashekar Vishnu Mandir in Rio Claro Ganesh Utsav on 11th September 2016


Excellent Footage !!!! ~ Nice Hindu Music

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Local Models

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Local Dumper

TDB 5116 Dumping - Owner of vehicle Ronell Gavara

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Local Doh Run Slack Saga - Part 3