To Port Antonio
Sunday before last I flew to Montego Bay from Grand Cayman via Kingston. Notable airport highlights included sighting tins of Irish Moss for sale at the Kingston Airport and being offered marijuana by a security guard at the urinal in the bathroom just beyond customs at the Montego Bay Airport. The latter, with its in-airport resort welcome centers and solicitous customer service personnel, felt a bit unreal.
I met Marisa and Evan outside of the arrivals area at the Montego Bay Airport and we drove off to Port Antonio. Our rental car lurched and groaned and squeaked for five hours, across buckled and potholed roads. We ran into detours as well, thanks to a very wet last few months in Jamaica. Happily, Evan was an able demon at the wheel. The closer we got to Port Antonio, the lusher and more beautiful the landscape became. We stopped along the way only once, visiting a roadside restaurant and purchasing cups of fish soup for J$60 (85 cents) apiece.
By the time we arrived at Hotel Mocking Bird Hill in the hills just beyond Port Antonio, we were tired and hungry, and dusk was only an hour away.
More on wonderful Mocking Bird Hill and the exciting Port Antonio area next.
They just wanted to make sure you have a good time during your stay, obvy.
Posted by: poet with a day job | December 01, 2007 at 20:05