So apart from the fact that pretty much every employee in the place appeared disinterested in actually performing anything that might actually resemble providing service to a paying customer, and that any request for information or even ordering a meal at the in-house restaurant was met with a look as though we were somehow a massive inconvenience, our time at Alicia's was in fact the worst thing that has ever happened to us travelling.
Our room was down the back of the hotel near the pool (somewhat isolated), and actually we had seen very few people in the hotel, and it had a bit of a eerie feeling. Anyway, at 4:30am we were woken up by people banging on our door and then trying to get into our room. Somewhat dazed from being woken I stumbled to the door and demanded to know what was going on, and was met with "police, open the door". When I tried to go to the phone (which was working only sporadically) these men starting pounding the door and threatening to break it down. I opened the door but with the safety chain still across, and saw 3 men with large guns dressed in what could be vaguely described as uniforms. I asked for ID and was shown something which appeared to be a photocopied piece of paper. I insisted that these men return with somebody from reception if they were indeed police, only to be told "reception are aware, if you do not open the door we will use force to enter". After several very tense minutes of back and forth my girlfriend eventually got the phone working and confirmed with reception that there were in fact legitimate policemen in the hotel, who were apparently looking for somebody who was staying at the hotel and had earlier shot at police (?? i mean what does this say about the place anyway??). So we had no choice and opened the door and the men searched our room and questioned us in an aggressive manner, before finally departing to replay the saga with other unfortunate guests. The next morning (after getting back to sleep about 2 hours later) I went to reception to try and figure out what the hell had actually happened during the night and the staff were rather unapologetic and completely non-plussed about the whole thing - perhaps midnight police raids are not that uncommon?
So anyway, we checked out of there first thing the next morning and went to a place called the Allamanda or something along those lines, which was everything Alicia's place was not - welcoming staff, safe and homely 'vibe', convenient location - and even repaired some of the tarnishing of our image of Trinidad before we left.
