A WALK through the capital city of Port of Spain on a rainy day is not a pleasant experience. You have to leap over puddles of water, dodge mounds of garbage washed up from drains and do your best to avoid rats scurrying about in search of a dry place.
In dry weather, there is not much improvement. The homeless line the streets, vendors occupy the pavements, forcing pedestrians into the roadway, and traffic moves at a snail’s pace. Depending on where you go in the city, the stench of urine is almost unbearable.