It’s my third day on the island of Tobago for the Heritage Festival, and I’ve just stepped into a resident’s home. Outside, a makeshift bar serves drinks, a line of people waits with plates in hand, and beat blares as dancers spill onto the floor. The air is thick with the scent of spicy stews and roti. Families bustle around, voices overlapping, while the host heaps food onto my plate as though I’ve always belonged. Laughter drifts through the crowd, mingling with the beat and easy storytelling. From the moment I arrived, I felt welcome. But here’s the thing: I didn’t know the owner of the house, and most people here didn’t either.
Once a month, villages across Tobago open their doors for harvest celebrations, inviting anyone inside to eat, drink, and celebrate together. The Speyside Harvest, part of the Heritage Festival, takes this further, uniting locals and visitors over home-cooked meals in an atmosphere that feels warm and alive with conversation. After some time at this house, which was said to belong to a local politician, I moved on to the next, greeted with the same generosity. Each village takes its turn hosting, and no two celebrations are ever alike. That’s what makes this tradition uniquely Tobagonian.
Every year, from mid-July to early August, the Heritage Festival Tobago brings the island alive, as communities honour their history with unique rhythms and flavours. One of the most striking experiences I had was watching the Bellmana Riots reenactment in Roxborough. The portrayal of the 1876 uprising pulled me directly into the struggles that reshaped the island. What stayed with me were the women on stage. Their roles weren’t passive; they carried the story’s weight, reminding me that women were at the heart of this fight, bearing the brunt of slavery, holding families together, and passing down the stories that keep history alive. As a Black woman, aware of the legacy of slavery and plantations, I felt that mix of tension, resilience, and triumph resonate deeply. The energy in the village was electric, and the storytelling made history not just visible but visceral.
A few days later, I joined the Black Rock Sea Festival procession, which carried a different mood. Rising early, I found myself surrounded by participants in bright traditional attire, parading through the streets to steelpans, conch shells, and a lively beat truck. Again, women led with laughter and energy, their headwraps tied high as they danced and sang, pulling children into the rhythm and teasing men to keep up. The carnival-like atmosphere swept me along as the village awakened. The colours, the sounds, the sheer joy of it all contrasted beautifully with the solemnity of Roxborough, yet both moments honoured the same heritage.
The Heritage Festival is special because it keeps history alive. Elders teach, younger generations learn, and together they celebrate traditions that might otherwise be lost. For visitors like me, it’s a rare chance to experience an island through its people rather than its postcard views. Villages you might otherwise pass quietly become the centre of attention, proud to share their stories. It’s an invitation to see Tobago beyond sunshine and beaches and step into its cultural heart.
Once I had my fill of the festival, I set out to explore more of the island, eager to see Tobago beyond the celebrations. As someone who loves spending time in nature, my first stop was the Main Ridge Forest Reserve, which stretches across two-thirds of the island, rising to 604 metres and covering nearly 10,000 acres of rainforest. Walking through the dense greenery was tranquil. The air was humid, heavy with the earthy scent of wet foliage, while birds flying above and creatures rustling in the undergrowth hinted at the hundreds of species that call this place home.
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