Sunday, January 22, 2006

Montego Bay



First Day

We arrived mid-morning. An uneventful plane ride other than it took so long to get there! I had a window seat and surprisingly it was a clear, unobscured by clouds, passage to the West Indies island of Jamaica. Flying high you have no idea where you are. I assumed Florida was below, but it could have been somewhere else. The coves and channels were busy with activity. Boats moving at the slowest pace imaginable 37,000 feet below me.

The pilot came on to announce we were about 15 minutes out (at least it sounded like he said that) and below us is the island of Cuba.

Cuba!!!!

I strained to take it in. A dark brown coast line with no sign of movement...not one single boat, not one single building, no sign of any beaches. I was lost in thought as we left Cuba behind, the ocean below a fury of white caps and secluded specs of land barely visible above the dark and aqua waters.

Then we landed. Sunshine and sand and the smell of salt water. White clouds drifting lazy in a brilliant blue sky. As we disembarked, so did our clothes! We were whisked through customs and our luggage was quickly attached to a porter who would keep an eye on it while we were led into what I call, the recovery room! Sandles Inn has a beautiful reception area where you can refresh yourself by drinking the famous Red Stripe beer and slip into something much more island-like than winter-ish.

Off to the hotel, which is on the other side of the airport. A five minute drive. Joe and I came prepared with plenty of one dollar bills and the more serious fives.

Within an hour we were on the public beach right across the street from the hotel. I have been up since before the crack of dawn, and had little to eat and upon landing, several island drinks, so I was feeling ......crafty.

I figured this, if we buy something from all the street vendors at the beginning, they would leave us alone the duration of our stay! So we spread the wealth that first afternoon! I had Muril make a beautiful beach dress for me. Custom fitted. I asked her not to tell me the measurements as she quickly wrote them down. She was to return on Wednesday with the finished product.

Then Jacob, who ran the little shack on the corner of the beach. There was no way to avoid him, as the steep steps to the sand passed his tiny business. He had everything you wanted, if you wanted trinkets and trash! Island jewelry is his specialty and I am now the proud owner of several of his pieces.

Then there was the Rastafarian. I never caught his name, but he was always there. Early in the morning till late at night. We bought a beautiful walking stick from him. He makes them. Or so he says. I can't imagine when he'd find the time.

And so, my plan played out to perfection. We were now allowed to lounge around the beach without being hassled! Except from the Rastafarian, who never seemed to recognize us! Joe had to tell him every time that we already were the proud owners of his one-of-a-kind walking stick! He'd look from Joe to me and then smile and say, "I remember her!" Geez.

The sun burnt down on us as we laid on the beach and romped in the soothing waters. Then it was time to go back inside the walls of the Sandles Inn and locate the restaurants!

Welcome to Jamaica, Mon.

6 comments:

MariesImages said...

Love your new blog. Photos from your trip are beautiful. I am off to check out your flickr batch of photos. That is new to me.

Paul said...

Continuing to provide the soundtrack...


Montego Bay Jeff Barry /Bobby Bloom
Vernon will meet me when the BOAC lands.
The keys to the M.G. will be in his hands.
Adjust to the driving and I'm on my way.
It's all on the right side at Montego Bay.

(chorus)
Sing out --- o-o-o-o-o-o-o
Come sing me loud --- loud, Montego Bay.

And Gillian will meet me like a brother would.
I think I remember but it's twice as good.
Like how cool the rum is from a silver tray.
I thirst to be thirsty In Montego Bay.

(chorus)

I lay on the lalo 'till I'm lobster red.
I still feel the motion here at home in bed.
I tell you it's hard for me to stay away.
You ain't been 'till you been high Montego Bay.

P.S. I think Joe is spoiling you.

Becky said...

Nice to have a little mid-winter get-away to someplace warm.

Robbie said...

Holy Crap! I wish I could travel half as much as you do. I guess it's just a matter of doing though. That's why I snapped at the chance to go to NYC next month. I won't be able to write a travel journal half as well as you though. Are you for hire to be my ghost writer? ;-) I look forward to reading your entries already after this one. :-)

Nelle said...

Our neighbors got married in Jamaica. He has a lot of Rustafarian ways about him and they are a lovely couple. The pics were magnificent and they were married on the beach. Sandals handled everything for them.

ckays1967 said...

This picture actually looks just like the beaches of Mexico...at first that is what I thought.