I rode a pedal brake bike down a moutain with no brakes for a good cup of coffee. Some of the best in the world actually. True Story.
I am in the process of getting all my travel photos together in one place. There are a couple trips that I went on that I came home with virtually no photos. Or at least compared to what I would come home today with. This was one of them.
I few years ago. Before the little dumpling entered my life, we went to Jamaica. It was one of the most interesting places I have seen. And economically, aside from the resorts, one of the laziest countries I have ever been in. I basically went there to sleep for several days, so really it didn’t bother me. But one thing I do know. The road I traveled on from Montego Bay to Ochos Rios had been under construction for 10 years, and there was approximately three quarters of the work left to do.
We stayed in a cottage by the sea. Of course I have no picture. We had a different stray cat stay with us each day. I named them all. We were drinking red stripe beer within 15 minutes of arrival. The music flowed ALL day every day. We travel by bus, past thousands of banana plantations and families carrying their food and belongings on their heads to Blue Mountain to eat and drink coffee. I held and tasted a new coffee bean, which didn’t look like a coffee bean at all. I walked up Dunn River Falls ( a total tourist trap, but really, what is the point of being a tourist if you don’t do “tourist things?’ ) holding hands with complete strangers and took a picture with a donkey and a woman dress like the Chiquita Banana girl. Which I don’t have. I was drug through a market, one which I was sure I was going to be killed in…..only to be sold a really cheap t-shirt. Rum flows like the river there. Rum of all kinds. My personal favorite… banana cream. I was also chased by a man with only one leg and one arm playing a guitar. Apparently he liked getting paid for not only his singing but his photos as well.
It was completely beautiful. It was an awesome adventure.
