Took a last-minute trip down to Trinidad and Tobago. First thing I did when I got off the plane was head to the beach, ate a bake-and-shark, and went river trekking. Emile was the fu*king bomb. Best local guide a girl can ever ask for. I made love to those waterfalls, man. The birds were magnificent and we ran into two fer de lance in the same day–quite an unusual encounter.

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And of course the bug life was amazing too. The yellow lamplight of our first hotel attracted a good number of cicadas.

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The private beach at an eco-based hotel in Tobago

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Breaking bread with the ruddy turnstones. The chachalacas wanted in on the feeding frenzy too.

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The hotel-meets-fun house; bumped into that band the Baby Boomers use to make love to. What was their name again??? Oh yeah, Air Supply. So funny!