It wasn't all drinking

In Trinidad, socializing (what we would call partying, here in the States) is refered to as 'Liming' - and a party is a 'Lime'. And, like all kids everywhere, even the best limers eventually run out of gas. Witness below:

 

But after a good night's rest, Sunday morning down the islands kinda looks like what you see below (Note the rope hanging down from the tree):

 

And then, of course, there's always this:

 

But, eventually, the calm of any morning down the islands will give way to things like this (Note the rope that used to be hanging straight down from the tree):

 

Now that was Nan's oldest, Chas, above, and below is Tash - JUST as she enters the water off the rope:

 

And, at the end of the day, I finally caught Stinker, Tash's son, ON the rope. He actually let go on the way BACK toward the shore - which, by the way, takes a LOT of strength:

 

Tomorrow I will publish the last photo essay from the trip. But NOT the last photos. I plan to publish random photos over the next week or so, with appropriate explanation in text, because there are some things I just have to show you and they don't necessarily fit a sequence of pictures. I hope you like them.

Ndinombethe.