That word, that exclamation, that question-almost-rhetorical, defines my reaction to the Trinidad I have witnessed over the past two weeks.
Women wearing knee-high leather boots on a sweltering hot day? Seriously? A Maserati roaring past on the highway? Seriously? Seven dollars for a loaf of bread? Eight dollars for chewing gum? Seriously?
And so on, and so forth.
We are trying so hard to be Miami, London, New York – any where but here, and everyone but ourselves.
But these are trappings only, because those leather boots must trod garbage-strewn streets and that Maserati must contend with potholes aplenty.
And I – don’t quite know how I feel about this. Incredulity prevails.