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So, to get to Kingston, Jamaica by 10:50 Monday morning, I had to leave Reno, NV Sunday night at 7:35. About 3 hours after I arrived home to Sparks, NV from Grandma's birthday party. Another over-nighter out of the country. But what the heck, I'm going to Jamaica, the most laid back country in the world. I'm sure to find some time to catch up on …
... go there with someone who is from that culture. My first thought or impression of Jamaica, is LUSH LUSH LUSH. It is such a rich culture. It has everything you can think of, from the mountains to the sea, from the diverse mix of people to the selection of food. I was in my little piece of heaven. I ate fruits which I had never seen or heard of. Did you know that there are 7 types of Bananas or 5 types of Mangos? Or that there is a black Mango? My favorite fruit was sour sup. There ...
... on the mood. But it's Jamaica :-)
Wow, they have real european style busses in Kingston! So from one bus stop to the other one, finding the correct bus, getting to know how to pay, (the last few weeks I always paid later in the bus or before leaving) in the modern big yellow busses you buy the ticket from the driver when entering. I crossed the city, left, went out to Port Royal.
Was not too interesting, guess I am just getting tired after having seen ...
... sized kitchen knife. Not very intimidating. The next two days went by with only slightly increasing delirium, and finally, in the early morning hours of Day 5, I heard "Land Ho!" from the cockpit. There it was, Grand Cayman, rising like a mirage from the horizon in the hazy dawn. We'd made it.
Arriving ashore was a dual celebration, for it was also Stu's big 30th. After much, much needed showers, we celebrated with the most gluttonous American evening we could come up ...
... Angel Falls were my lodestones. And also the prospect of watching the West Indies play cricket.
Yes, I love my cricket. My father, an Irishman, called it "a constipated old game", but I grew up worshipping Freddie Truman, John Arlott and Garfield Sobers. While I lived in England - up to 1985 - cricket was part of my life: watching the summer Tests on TV, listening to the ball-by-ball radio commentary, spectating at Edgbaston and Worcester. I ...
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