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Re: OchoRios - My First (And Definitely Not My Last) Trip To Jamaica
Ochi Here I Come
So I finally get to leave the airport. The first thing I notice is the sun. If you haven’t noticed I have a jones for the sun. I believe it energizes me. I just love to feel the heat on my skin. Today it must be a good 95 degrees in the shade and I’m in H-E-A-V-E-N. I notice the green around me and think-I’m in Jamaica, but this is not real. I finally get into a blue station wagon and I meet my driver, Michael. He is too sweet. When I’m taken to the car the young man tells Michael to wait 10 minutes. So me and Michael get to know each other. He tells me about Montego Bay, the crime, how dangerous Kingston is and how I will love the beach. I ask Michael if he will point out some places of interest and tell me about the history of JA. Michael says sure. After a while there is a lull in the conversation. Michael notices that we have been waiting longer than 10 minutes. I say-Well you know 10 Caribbean minutes is like 20 minutes. Finally another man comes to the car. He looks to be about 50. He’s white with an accent.
We finally get the leave the airport. Michael is a man of his word and points out different hotels, local plants and the bauxite. I start to notice is the dance of the road. It is something that I noticed throughout my entire stay in Jamaica. Did you ever notice how it seems that everyone knows exactly where the potholes are and the maneuvering they can manage to avoid them? Michael has a nice smooth voice that is helping to lull me to sleep(I love Caribbean accents). The man in the back seat was very interesting. He told me that he was just coming back from Chicago. I asked him where he was from because I could hear his accent. He told me that he was Italian, but has lived in Jamaica for years. He said the he was a Jahtalian.(Me and Michael fell out laughing) I am absorbed by the scenery. I can’t get over how blue the ocean is and the bush is beautiful. I wanted to take pictures, but again I couldn’t. I couldn’t ruin the moment. Halfway on the way to Ochi I tell Michael that I need to take a nap. I wake up to stop myself from snoring and to make sure that I’m not drooling(I guess I needed more than 4 hours of sleep the previous night [img]/forums/images/graemlins/wink.gif[/img] ). When I wake up again we’re passing something that says Island Village and I get my first glimpse of Fisherman’s Point.
Ochi Here I Come
So I finally get to leave the airport. The first thing I notice is the sun. If you haven’t noticed I have a jones for the sun. I believe it energizes me. I just love to feel the heat on my skin. Today it must be a good 95 degrees in the shade and I’m in H-E-A-V-E-N. I notice the green around me and think-I’m in Jamaica, but this is not real. I finally get into a blue station wagon and I meet my driver, Michael. He is too sweet. When I’m taken to the car the young man tells Michael to wait 10 minutes. So me and Michael get to know each other. He tells me about Montego Bay, the crime, how dangerous Kingston is and how I will love the beach. I ask Michael if he will point out some places of interest and tell me about the history of JA. Michael says sure. After a while there is a lull in the conversation. Michael notices that we have been waiting longer than 10 minutes. I say-Well you know 10 Caribbean minutes is like 20 minutes. Finally another man comes to the car. He looks to be about 50. He’s white with an accent.
We finally get the leave the airport. Michael is a man of his word and points out different hotels, local plants and the bauxite. I start to notice is the dance of the road. It is something that I noticed throughout my entire stay in Jamaica. Did you ever notice how it seems that everyone knows exactly where the potholes are and the maneuvering they can manage to avoid them? Michael has a nice smooth voice that is helping to lull me to sleep(I love Caribbean accents). The man in the back seat was very interesting. He told me that he was just coming back from Chicago. I asked him where he was from because I could hear his accent. He told me that he was Italian, but has lived in Jamaica for years. He said the he was a Jahtalian.(Me and Michael fell out laughing) I am absorbed by the scenery. I can’t get over how blue the ocean is and the bush is beautiful. I wanted to take pictures, but again I couldn’t. I couldn’t ruin the moment. Halfway on the way to Ochi I tell Michael that I need to take a nap. I wake up to stop myself from snoring and to make sure that I’m not drooling(I guess I needed more than 4 hours of sleep the previous night [img]/forums/images/graemlins/wink.gif[/img] ). When I wake up again we’re passing something that says Island Village and I get my first glimpse of Fisherman’s Point.
Peace 
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