- Continental Breakfast
- Shuttle bus service
- Room service
- Swimming pool
TripAdvisor Reviews Shafston Greathouse Bluefields
Travel Blogs from Bluefields
... everyone else opted for the rum and raisin.
We headed back home and went for a bite to eat and a few rum and cokes at The Ultimate Jerk Centre that evening.
We spent the rest of the week relaxing by the pool, Oliver helping his Dad out in the garden, and paddles in the sea. We had a beautifully relaxing time, and for me it was lovely to share some of Oli's childhood memories. On to our next and last adventure....USA! Roadtrip!!
... too often!!
Monday 9th February.
This was to be the chase the rellies day. Brooks of Burnt Ground/Santa Cruz Park. First thing in the morning we rang “Rasta George”, a man who had been trying to take us on a tour for the last few days. After a bit of negotiation, we agreed on a price for him to drive us around to look at some sites on which we had a few leads. ...
... Parker and Vanessa, Josh and Suzette, Connie, the organizer and Omar the chef.
We bid them all farewell about 8.30pm, though it felt much later!! Back on the boat we watched them light up a bonfire on the beach and shoot flares, just a bit too close to us for comfort!! No damage however. Belly and Wendy finished the day with a swim in the sea and found it to be phosphorescent- it sparkled ...
... group who I work closely with and I cannot describe the feeling of watching them really come to grips with something you have taught them! I do feel I’ve gained a fair bit from trying something new, mostly that my patience has increased massively! (But I can’t wait to get back to some legal work soon!!)
The weekend I have travelled to various parts of Jamaica; Ocho Rios, Port Antonio, and Negril. Each have been beautiful in their own right. Ocho was ...
... me I look pretty, when I feel a mess. And there’s dirt on the seat of my pants.
For telling me “Don’t worry Miss”
For holding my hand, and waving hello, and quick embraces and knock-over hugs, and kisses.
And being my supporters. My cheerleaders. My protectors. My teachers. My nurses. My grandmas and grandpas and aunts and uncles. My babies. My friends.