Whether it’s freshly caught fried fish seasoned by the salt of the sea or the delicious homemade coconut ice cream bought from the ubiquitous ice cream truck that drove back and forth on the narrow beach road, most of my memories of Tobago surround the beach at Buccoo where I’ve been going since I was a child. And while these memories are certainly pleasant, they had grown a bit—how shall we say—stale. Like a local who views his hometown with indifference, my time on Tobago was more about visiting relatives and less about me exploring the island on my own. A few years back, however, I finally had an opportunity to move outside the boundary of the southern part of the Tobago and venture northward, gaining a new perspective of the island.
My trip was now mere hours away, and reality had begun to set in. In all of the excitement of planning, it truly hadn’t dawned on me that I would be traveling alone. Solo. Just me, myself, and I.