Treasure Beach Hotel
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... that day the bus broke down not one, not two, but three times, and it took as many hours to reach May Pen, in the rain, when you never wanted to go that day anyway. I know you have missed people, like Annie when she moved to Old Harbour, and your Grandma when she reaches through the phone and gives you a hug.
He says: My child, it will happen again. You will be elated again. You will cry from frustration again. You will be sad again, and you will giggle ...
... as many rough trains, buses and ships . I felt a lot better after a wonderful lady gave me a wonderful massage. Ken said the lecture was very interesting. The rest of the day was doing nothing much, a few chores and then dinner , served up to us, this life is so hard to take , I am sure it is going to be hard to adjust to planning a meal each night when I get ...
... as we were just hanging around in Mandeville. The Friday after I had to get up very early again to be in school at 6.55 to play some songs for devotions. This was my work colleague Sarah's last day so now I'm doing most of the teaching myself which is going well. We returned to Treasure Beach at the weekend which was nice and sunny and Janick cooked some really good food on the beach. Unfortunately I got a bad migraine so returned ...
... out like a beacon in the dark and
heading to their impending doom.
Luuk updates me in the morning that the
street party was dispersed and cancelled due to shots being fired in
the street around midnight and that the girls were picked up by the
police and taken back to the hostel as it wasn't safe for them to be
in Down Town at that time. Silly Girls!
As writing this is ...
We arrived yesterday in Montego Bay. As we flew in there was a series of rainbows and rainstorms to welcome us to this tropical land! The moment we stepped off the plane I could tell we were in the tropics! Biiiiig breath of humid air!
We were greeted at the airport by Brooke, the woman who runs the stroke camp. Our plane was a little delayed so we quickly hopped in the vans to try and make it as far as possible before dark. I ...