Pigeon Point – what’s the point?

I got back from Trinidad today, (having managed to leave my purse on board the Air Monarch flight). We spent our last morning paddling on Pigeon Point in the rain – the last time I was there it was the deserted picture postcard beach – so over ten years ago. How sad it has been so over-built. Does that beach really need 400 ivy green plastic deck chairs? Does it need 25 ‘gingerbread-look’ cabanas?  A plastic kiddies playground, a volleyball net, a water-sports station? I remember the beach used to look huge and sweeping. You could snorkle and see coral and conch and even octopus. Now it feels small and crowded, the water is no longer crystal. There was a life-guard’s hut too – on such a placid beach? It all made me feel troubled. I wandered around and took a few snaps – before the quiet morning was interrupted by two men pelting through the surf at 100 miles an hour on jet-skis. They were obviously bored and thought it might be a good idea to ride them across the flat sea like jockeys might ride wild horses.

The beach bar was a place of some intrigue. Two waitresses sat at a table and when I smiled and asked for a drink, one steupsed and heaved herself from her chair, before falling back down into it.

“Oh, go on try,” I urged.

But she wasn’t to be joked with.

“I’d like two Caribs please.”

The other girl got up instead. (I suspected the first girl was fighting with depression).

She slow-walked to the bar.  When she got behind the counter she also seemed to be seized with morbid glumness.

I beamed.

She found two luke warm bottles of beer and opened them.

“Oh, no, they’re not cold,” I wailed.

“It had no electricty here,” she explained. “Everytin’ malfonction.”


I wandered back to our cabana with the warm beers.

Three cute enoug stray dogs liked us and curled up under our picnic table. One of the dogs tried to chase a black bird. There were two or three rather porky looking tourists louging about.

And us.

Later, we ate rather strange curry-battered flying fish and crinkle cut, straight from the  bag fries. Our meals came in plastic cartons. My English guest was sweet and said everything was great. But it wasn’t. Curry-battered flying fish?

I’ll never return.


~ by moniqueroffey on September 17, 2009.

4 Responses to “Pigeon Point – what’s the point?”

  1. Sounds like you had a rough time at Pigeon Point. Tobago is a law unto itself but there are still beautiful areas. Don’t give up on it yet.
    Glad you are home safe.

  2. Monique
    Pigeon Point was owned by my husband’s family – it was serene, beautiful and unspoiled – it was sold twice and eventually sold to the Government. Times change Monique and it is always a mistake to try and go back.

  3. Monique
    Trinidad and Tobago is not even close to what it once was.
    I am sorry you had to have a sour taste left in your mouth.
    There are still some unspoilt areas left. The ones without inhabitants, just you and gods works of art.

  4. try englishman bay when you next return

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