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We ended up getting taxis with 15 people to take us to Kingston's Dub Club high up in the mountains. And what a location that was. Overlooking the entire city, hidden in the jungle was what looked more like a private house party. Don't be mistaken though, I don' think I have ever heard music play so loud!! The atmosphere was just amazing. Too bad I missed Usain Bolt by just a weak ...
... because nothing is where it's supposed to be in Jamaica. Locals also do not seem to have a concept of time and distance. We stopped to ask for directions to The Far Out Fish Hut and a kind lady told us 10mins down the road. We set off and literally 200m down the road was the spot. This place was great though. A real local spot where they prepare fish and lobster by the pound. The wait is long and the mossies have you for dinner as well ...
... of years so it seemed like a fine place to stop on our way home. The great thing about staying with a family, rather than in tourist accommodation, is that you see the "other" side of life the country has to offer.
It was a flying visit, just 6 days but we managed to get a great feel for the island, starting with the capital, Kingston. Kingston has a very bad reputation for violence, but we saw some beautiful colonial architecture including Devon House and ...
Monday 8th March
Post Kingston blues….
I couldn't write anything yesterday. Having left Kingston in the warm dawn sunshine, I got a fit of the blues. We had a good day on Saturday (more later) but as we sailed slowly out of the harbour, I became very aware that this was the last port visited, my last trip to the bridge looking back on the town and the memories created in the brief time there. I have 9 more days on board but knowing how quickly time passes, I am under ...
... during the Olympics when the Jamaican runners were winning their races, all anyone could hear for miles was the banging of pots. So I assumed that my neighbors, as I was during the Olympics would excuse me for banging my pots in jubilation even though it was midnight. As most of you may know, I got the opportunity to meet Mr. Obama during my internship in D.C. Then and still today, Mr. Obama inspires me. For me, his life story exemplifies what is possible ...