"Flights to Tobago are fully booked - indefinitely."
"Ferries to Tobago are fully booked until hell freezes over."
"Cargo ships carrying goats and chickens to Tobago are fully booked."
"There is no possible way we're going to get to Tobago."
"This area we're walking through is prime anaconda territory."
"Check for leeches when you get home."
"Where's my passport?"
"OH SHIT, I CAN'T FIND MY PASSPORT."
"HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, I'VE LOST MY FUCKING PASSPORT."
"Getting a new U.S. passport will take 7-10 business days."
Trinidad is a beautiful country, which is good because Fauxhawk is stuck there indefinitely until he gets a new passport. Given that we're experiencing frigid weather in New York, one might not feel too bad for him, except that he's alone, recently unemployed, missing four job interviews, and generally feeling miserable. And I am in New York, back at work, and worrying what he will do without my superb navigational skills.
*On the bright side, we saw lots of baby monkeys. BAYBEE MONKEEEEEEES!
