Trinidadian Dog Days

Trinidadian Dog Days

The author and a colleague are sent to Trinidad by a bizarre religious sect to help the street dogs of Port-of-Spain. They arrive at the end of a State of Emergency with drugs and guns in their luggage, no visas or work permits and are put up in a house of ill-repute. So what could go wrong?

Trinidadian Dog Days book

ISBN: 978-1499767919 308 pages b&w photos and maps.

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Book Extract

We discovered that Immigration Officers were coming aboard to clear us through before we disembarked. It was at this point that my initial exuberance began to wane as it dawned on me that we were arriving uninvited, without a job, visa or work permit, without accommodation or the means to support ourselves and to top it all arriving in a strange faraway country that was in a State of Emergency. We were travelling with crates containing drugs and guns and we had put blind faith in a bizarre religious cult whose members didn’t want us here, who hadn’t been in touch throughout the voyage and in whom we were relying on to meet us and smooth our path into the country.

I developed a sickly feeling in my stomach as the uniformed Immigration Officers came up the companionway, entered the lounge and sat behind tables, piled high with all the passengers’ passports. They scrutinised everyone with steely eyes making me feel rather intimidated. This was the moment of truth. Names were called and gradually everyone had their passports stamped and disappeared onto the deck to be ferried ashore. After twenty minutes or so I heard our names being announced and we apprehensively pushed our way through the crowd towards a malicious looking official, who was waving our passports above his head. He smiled, opened and held them up by our faces to confirm our identities and said ‘Deh purpose of your visit to our country young sirs?’ I was immediately thrown into confusion, as we had not been briefed as to what to say should this question arise. The officer was plainly enjoying our discomfort.

‘Er, well it’s difficult to explain really.’ started Bob.

‘Yes, it’s like this….’ I began.

The officer mercifully held up his hand to stop me.

‘No matter man, we have been expecting you. Don’t look so worried. You must have friends here. Welcome to Trinidad.’ he laughed and handed over our passports already stamped with three month visas.

‘Thank you very much Officer.’ I gushed.

‘No problem man.’ he smiled and dismissed us with a wave of his hand.

Obviously Tajmool had come through for us and made arrangements which came as an immense relief. We stumbled out in a slight daze to the fresh air of the deck.