Whispering Bamboo Cove Resort
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... backyard for me yesterday. Fresh coconut is so good! I've had it before in FL, but in Jamaica the coconuts taste sweeter.
Well, I only have a week in Jamaica (thanks Delta), so I'm trying to explore as much as possible. Then, after this week I'm going to spend another short week and a half with friends in Trinidad.
Until next time,
Peace and Blessings,
... even longer- over two hours of waiting! Luckily I brought my ipod with me, & I listened to some Preston & Steve podcasts. By the end of the year I think everyone will think I'm crazy- always giggling to myself. No one understands Preston & Steve like I do!
After a very quick lunch Lindsay & I went with Betsy to visit a friend of hers in a place called Mount Friendship. It's a fairly rural place in ...
... a rousing game of dominos.
Once you pass through the gates your eye will not know what to focus on first. It is a masterpiece of visual stimuli. Oh, I'll admit, Great Huts is not for everyone and does not claim to be. That is the what gives it so much of its charm. This is a place for true nature seekers. If you are the 5-star hotel type, you will not like Great Huts. But if you are one who appreciates art, culture, natural beauty, wildlife and adventure ...
... visit to GeeJam. Whoever he was, we wondered if he might have trained for his latest movie in this very room.
Syd absolutely would not divulge the actor's name but she did say that one evening, when he gave the restaurant very high grades, she asked if she might quote him to future guest's and he agreed. From here her lips were sealed and I knew there was no way I was going to get it out of her. Suffice it to say that if a person who seemingly is accustomed to the finer things ...
... attending one Test Match - England v West Indies - where the West Indians in the crowd kept us entertained with their non-stop wit and beery high spirits. After the carnival atmosphere of that Test Match, I dreamed of one day seeing the Windies play at home - in Port of Spain or Bridgetown or Kingston.
My cricket-watching days seemed to be over when I quit working in England. No great loss actually, because the expat life offered so many compensations. Then, ...