Jamaica

For my first adventure into temporary retirement, I went to Jamaica to visit Negril and Montego Bay. The beaches were beautiful, and the water was crystal clear.

During my time on this island, I was offered 3 things by the natives, nothing else:

• Pot
• Hair Braiding
• Taxi Rides

It definitely seemed like there was some culture missing, other than the idolization of Bob Marley. I tried ackee with cod below, knowing that raw ackee can induce Jamaican vomiting sickness.


I also tried jerk at the roadside ovens and at the Port Pit, one of the listings in 1,000 Places to See Before You Die. Surprisingly, one of the better dishes was served at the cafeteria of the Jamaican Tax Administration. Their tax day was 3/16/09, and the place was busting.

J. thought that we had a near death experience when the taxi van of 14 person capacity seated 25 people, and we zipped and zoomed along the mountain side at high speed. I thought it was a good rollercoaster with sights. I came back with a slight tan, and a pocket full of sand, yearning for warmer weather in Philly.