One day we walked for miles - Jamaican "miles"! We kept asking how far the Westender Hotel was, continually getting the answer that it was just a ways down the road. After miles of walking, in the hot sun, we were running out of steam. It's a sign of respect for people passing to ask if you were alright. As one young man was passing, on a motorscooter, asking if we were alright-I yelled, "NO." He turned around to see what was wrong. We told him we just couldn't walk anymore. Now, his motorscooter was quite small---but he fit us
on, by moving WAY to the front of it and off we went another mile down the road! It was a little scary with MaryLynne's legs sticking out, holes in the road, and me yelling, "Go slow please!" We made it to the Westender and found out, Ryan, our kind motorscooter driver, was Head of Security at the hotel. We did not get a picture of the three of us on the scooter--probably not a pretty picture!
Below: signs that tell it like it is
Rasta dreads
Acai on the tree
Pictures within the lion painting (double click to enlarge)
Ojah's hat collection
The "castle" next to Sis and Lars
Colin-our pattie baker, in his bakery
A very old canon, at the lighthouse
Tiny house built by the Rasta next to it
A very large hermit crab
A mechanic's shop ?
A mechanic's shop ?
A FANTASTIC TRIP --- CAN'T WAIT TO GO BACK!