After about an hour of driving, we arrived at a viewpoint called “The Most Beautiful View in the World”.. again? Well, this one was indeed beautiful, as it was overlooking the Castara bay and its crystal clear waters. We found a lovely restaurant with great food and nice mango smoothies where we had a sunset drink and then dinner in the company of hummingbirds. Next day was our last on the island, and of the trip, so we decided to do what is best done in Tobago – spend it on the beach. It was a quiet little beach a short walk from our cottage, and we went snorkeling and swimming when Luc suddenly went “Turtle, turtle, turtle!!” I swam the fastest I could to where he was snorkeling.. and there it was, a smaller one but just as curious and not the least bothered by our presence. A beautiful hawksbill sea turtle. Luc dove down to take a photo of it, it circled us a couple of times and then graciously waved its flippers and swam away. Such a sweet way to end our holiday. Thank you, Tobago.

We went back to Charlotteville after our turtle success, packed the backpacks, and set off to explore the rest of the island. Tobago has a lot to offer apart from lovely little bays with dreamy beaches but we didn’t have anything in particular in mind, which is the great thing about there only being a few roads and one being in a car. We drove in direction towards Castara which would be our last stop before departure – and stopped on the way whenever we felt like it. (Usually to add something to the snack-bag) First stop were the Argyle waterfalls, an easy hike from a parking lot through a very nice tropical forest. We swam in the water and stood under the falls, and I was happy as I always get when it comes to waterfalls.

Second stop came further up the road, when we chose to take a detour to see what “Parlatuvier bay” could be. Parlatuvier is a village with a beautiful bay, and was completely quiet and empty when we got there – apart from little Malakai who was sitting by the road. Malakai showed us his school where the security guard, Django, explained how the four age-groups have classes in the same time during the day, separated only by low walls. He also explained that the name of the village comes from a French occupier named Vier, who was an important man one would have to talk to in order to get hold of something important or unusual. “It’s from French, speak to Vier” he said. “Basically, when we say Parlatuvier we mean that something is hard to get.” Malakai then asked an exciting question “Would you like to see some bats?” and we obviously wanted to see some bats – so Malakai took us to his uncle’s house, called the bathouse, where nobody lives anymore – apart from a bunch of bats that were flying around our heads as we stepped in. Random enough for a little roadtrip.