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Re: OchoRios - My "Wait any longer and I would have suffocated trip report"
We are moved to unit F-2…my home for the next 10 days…can I tell you how much I loved this unit…the location…the scenery. Right next to the pool.
Mr. Ochee and Christopher (the two buddies) head to the beach. I stay with Jaden because my head is alive and trying to take over my body. I only packed my Dovacet…can’t take that unless I want to call it a night at 4 in the afternoon.
me Lord! I take a cool shower…then I try to sit still for a while. Soon after, my two guys come back, and we head up to our family’s home in Epworth. Epworth is a small community in the hills of St. Ann…past Murphy Hill. The road up is horrible…but Mr. O’s friend handled it like a pro. We share this road with cows, goats, and occasional car and more cows. Oh my gosh…a real bull! [img]/forums/images/graemlins/tongue.gif[/img]ray: please don’t let him charge the car [img]/forums/images/graemlins/tongue.gif[/img]ray: lol
We pull up to the gate of Mr. O’s childhood home. His baby sister, S, glances at us…then it registers…she takes a second look…visibly blinks…smiles coyly…stares. When he left she was knee high to a mosquito…she has really grown in the past two years into a beautiful little princess. The baby fat is gone…in its place…height. I meet Uncle Sala for the first time. He resides in Florida…and happens to be in Jamaica for this trip. He is so funny. Mom and baby sis are still rather shy in approaching Mr. O…as if he will vanish if the hold him too tight. I felt terrible at that moment because I felt like I took him from his family. I felt selfish because he had been away too long. What right do I have to make him live a farrin…when I would be content to live here forever?
My head is still throbbing…I finally give up the ghost and take my prescription pain pill. All I can think of is BoundBrook and her story of falling asleep on Big Red’s mother. I start explaining in advance in case the pill overpowers me (which is does). To top it off, Mr. O disappears to catch up with his friends. He is concerned about my headache and keeps asking I I’m okay. The pill is working…but a little too well. I am nodding in the middle of conversations like a druggie. So we decide to head back to Skycastles. I promised to come back before I left…I so wanted to take pictures…and record the family…but Marilyn has us on a whirlwind tour…and it was not to be…kikiki
A little after arriving at Skycastles, Mr. O goes back down to the Ocho Rios Jerk Centre. He insists that I should try the jerk pork…I request chicken because of this terrible headache. I fall asleep watching Christopher in the pool
The phone is ringing…I jump up to make a mad dash for the phone…where am I? Long call short…it was Alden (one of Mr. O’s friends)…he was calling to say that he was on the way up to our unit. He stops by with two nice ladies, Saasha and Lynn. Saasha is an absolutely stunning Jamaican woman…with a wonderful personality. Lynn is a recent resident of Jamaica from Canada. She is beautiful as well. We sit and chat on the verandah, laugh and joke…although I feel like the living dead. Mr. O later comments that I never meet a stanger. My newfound friends decide to take the party to Margaritaville. Mr. O and I have different plans…and we politely decline.
We are moved to unit F-2…my home for the next 10 days…can I tell you how much I loved this unit…the location…the scenery. Right next to the pool.
Mr. Ochee and Christopher (the two buddies) head to the beach. I stay with Jaden because my head is alive and trying to take over my body. I only packed my Dovacet…can’t take that unless I want to call it a night at 4 in the afternoon.
me Lord! I take a cool shower…then I try to sit still for a while. Soon after, my two guys come back, and we head up to our family’s home in Epworth. Epworth is a small community in the hills of St. Ann…past Murphy Hill. The road up is horrible…but Mr. O’s friend handled it like a pro. We share this road with cows, goats, and occasional car and more cows. Oh my gosh…a real bull! [img]/forums/images/graemlins/tongue.gif[/img]ray: please don’t let him charge the car [img]/forums/images/graemlins/tongue.gif[/img]ray: lolWe pull up to the gate of Mr. O’s childhood home. His baby sister, S, glances at us…then it registers…she takes a second look…visibly blinks…smiles coyly…stares. When he left she was knee high to a mosquito…she has really grown in the past two years into a beautiful little princess. The baby fat is gone…in its place…height. I meet Uncle Sala for the first time. He resides in Florida…and happens to be in Jamaica for this trip. He is so funny. Mom and baby sis are still rather shy in approaching Mr. O…as if he will vanish if the hold him too tight. I felt terrible at that moment because I felt like I took him from his family. I felt selfish because he had been away too long. What right do I have to make him live a farrin…when I would be content to live here forever?
My head is still throbbing…I finally give up the ghost and take my prescription pain pill. All I can think of is BoundBrook and her story of falling asleep on Big Red’s mother. I start explaining in advance in case the pill overpowers me (which is does). To top it off, Mr. O disappears to catch up with his friends. He is concerned about my headache and keeps asking I I’m okay. The pill is working…but a little too well. I am nodding in the middle of conversations like a druggie. So we decide to head back to Skycastles. I promised to come back before I left…I so wanted to take pictures…and record the family…but Marilyn has us on a whirlwind tour…and it was not to be…kikiki
A little after arriving at Skycastles, Mr. O goes back down to the Ocho Rios Jerk Centre. He insists that I should try the jerk pork…I request chicken because of this terrible headache. I fall asleep watching Christopher in the pool
The phone is ringing…I jump up to make a mad dash for the phone…where am I? Long call short…it was Alden (one of Mr. O’s friends)…he was calling to say that he was on the way up to our unit. He stops by with two nice ladies, Saasha and Lynn. Saasha is an absolutely stunning Jamaican woman…with a wonderful personality. Lynn is a recent resident of Jamaica from Canada. She is beautiful as well. We sit and chat on the verandah, laugh and joke…although I feel like the living dead. Mr. O later comments that I never meet a stanger. My newfound friends decide to take the party to Margaritaville. Mr. O and I have different plans…and we politely decline.
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Chrue ting dis Ochee! [img]/forums/images/graemlins/wink.gif[/img]
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