Sunday, January 17, 2010

WHERE WE STAYED IN NEGRIL, JAMAICA


On the West end of Negril you will see the lighthouse, naturally the highest point in Negril. Walking down the road farther west passing the lighthouse, passing the Whoopee bar (which is an outdoor thatched construction, with hammocks to relax in and goats to watch,) we continued to find Hylton Ave.
The road turns to gravel, the walk is easy. It's sunny, the air smells fresh and the scenery is green. We soon find ourselves at the gate of White Bird.
This being the home of Sis Hylton and Lars Anderson. The rental home they built next to their home is where we will be staying while in Jamaica.
       The lively colors on the house are Rasta colors. Yellow-Red-Green

                          Our Host and Hostess~~Sis and Lars



Goats are plentiful in Negril. We met them while walking, whether up the paths in the cliffs or walking into town. Sis has a nanny and a kid in the yard, in back of the house. They graze across the road, in the woods, during the day.
Some goats come in herds, as those coming down the road with their herder. MaryLynne and I stepped off of the road to let them pass.

Sis's yard is abundant with plants, trees (many bearing fruits), flowers and vegetable plants.  Amazingly, many grow as bushes, like the cocoa plant and the poinsetta. Parrots flew in screaming each day. I waited patiently to catch the picture above, he seems to be looking down on me from his perch in the tree.
                                                      
                                                               This sign on the water treatment
                                                             building: THE DROP YOU WASTE
                                                                      IS THE DROP YOU'LL THIRST FOR


Lars and his buddy Sizzler. Sizzler was a constant on our porch at night, watching, working, keeping tabs on everything that moved in the yard and on the road outside the gate.
Walking down the lane to catch a taxi into town (Sis and Lars) was an adventure in itself. We would undoubtedly meet other people. Some also going to the corner to wait for a taxi, some children going to school; one woman carrying a large pan of pumpkin pudding to sell at her friend's store.
Many men on bikes, some on motorscooters, others just walking, walking, walking, to where--maybe nowhere.



The house we stayed in while in Negril, Jamaica. Interested in information on renting this home in Jamaica? Email me: nancramer@hotmail.com

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