Fern Hill Club Hotel and Villa Resort
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
- Room service
TripAdvisor Reviews Fern Hill Club Hotel and Villa Resort Port Antonio
Travel Blogs from Port Antonio
... grocery shopping and wandered through the fresh outdoor markets. One experience I thought was ironic was when I was purchasing fruit and vegetables from a street vendor who happened to be smoking what looked and smelled like marijuana. I was offered some but graciously declined.
On the third day we contracted with Ingrid from a local tour company to take us to the Blue Mountains. Our day started at 8am with the family of ...
... so that meant other traffic on the road! Thankfully there were various guides cycling down with us at various points and Vinnie was upfront. No one was allowed to pass him. They all had radios and if Vinnie spotted a car or lorry, he would radio back and blow a whistle. We all then new to keep left and stop and wait. We didn't encounter much traffic at all! The trip down was surprisingly exhilarating! We stopped at various points while Vinnie explained about the ...
... I went to Jamaica with one goal, to achieve a state of zen, and Great Huts provided the atmosphere for me to do it. I would like to extend a huge "thank you" to everyone we met at Great Huts: Juliet, Andrew, George, Jerry, Marcia, Tameka, Lance, Jolene, Ian, Jonas, Eugene, Chris, Michael, Mona, Heidi, and Lilly, for making Laura and me a part of the family. And also thanks to Marlan for his National Geographic-esque excursions outside the compound.
Last but not least, ...
... have no sympathy :0).
Our first stop was brunch before setting of again and reaching the top of the mountains in the coach. At the top Kaisha and I got our protective kit on, selected bikes and were all set to go. Sadly Kaisha’s initial decent down the first steep incline almost met with a serious accident and the guide managed to catch her on her bike as she speed past him out of control! You see the bikes were a hybrid chopper / mountain bike affair with brakes ...
... studded road for about 100 yards but rather than driving into what we thought would be the parking lot, we arrived at the back of a well-kept, gray shingled building? Scratching our heads and climbing out of the car, we three began to turn in circles looking for a sign or clear path to an entrance but find none. With dense vegetation on both sides of us and an unmarked building ahead, we were more perplexed than ever. It was beginning to seem as though someone might deliberately be ...