We stumbled upon the coffee shop one evening after dinner at the beach house. We stopped in for a few Caribs and some lovely coconut ice cream. The shop is owned by a lovely local who is one of eleven children! We visited with many members of the family (the owner and his two brothers) and enjoyed watching the Olympics on the patio with other tourists and locals. We were asked by the one brother to go on a rain forest tour the following morning so we arranged to meet him. Unfortunately it was raining heavily that morning, so we debated cancelling the tour. Now onto our unfortunate experience with the other brother of the coffee shop owner, Hilly. He came to our place and encouraged us to cancel the rainforest tour with his brother because of the rain. He then proceeded to ask us if we would like cooking lessons - offered to have us over to his place and teach us how to cook Roti. Normally, we would have had our suspicions but because the rest of the family was so lovely and he was very convincing we agreed. He asked for $400TT and told us to come to the coffee shop for 1:00 pm. When we showed up at 1:00 pm, he had simply gone to the store and bought Roti and claimed that "he didn't think we were showing up so he was packaging up our food to bring it to us" - tried to convince us that he had made it himself. The deal was, that he would gather the supplies and we would cook it with him and learn the recipe. He clearly bought the food at a much cheaper price and then pocketed the leftover money we gave him for himself. We didn't say anything, ate our Roti and then left. We saw him later that evening again at the Wednesday night party at the beach house enjoying some Stags - of course it was on us! It was the only unfortunate event that happened during our stay in Castara. I feel sorry for the gentleman that owns the coffee shop because he seems like a very hard worker and an upstanding person - as did the other brother who ran the tour business. I would still recommend the coffee shop as a place to go and eat, but be leery of the free beer that Hilly offers you as it is just a ploy to lure you in and make you feel like "family" as he calls it. He stabbed his actual brothers in the back so I am not surprised he didn't hesitate to do it to some tourists. We are grateful for the learning experience and Castara remains a lovely, positive place in our minds.
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