Re: Ocho Rios, Jamaica Inn, Blue Mountains, Nine Mile with photos
Weds. Feb. 2, 2005
I woke up in the morning so pleasantly surprised to hear the ocean. You know how sometimes you wake up in a strange place and you are disoriented? Anytime I woke up in the middle of the night, the first thing I would hear was the ocean waves, and I would literally smile, half-asleep, thinking to myself “Oh yeeeaaaah, I’m in Jaaaaa-maaaaayyyyy-kaaa!” and no sooner that that thought finished, was I back in one of the deepest sleeps I’ve had in a long time.
And that was every night. I never had a bad night’s sleep. Sometimes you go on vacation and, “damn, the pillows are too (soft, hard, puffy, flat) or damn, the bed is bumpy, or damn, these sheets suck, or damn, I wish I had my pillow because my neck is killin’ me.” ---Never had one of those moments, ----never.
Was that because the Jamaica Inn had the bomb beds and pillows and sheets? No, I was that relaxed. It was because Jamaica Inn has
--- Jamaica.
We strolled up to breakfast (in Jamaica, and in other caribbean spots, I stroll – my pace slows almost immediately, because of all the beautiful scenery).
I started off the day with that Spa Breakfast I told you about, and Scott had eggs and sausage. (He wants you to know that he is not a pancake eater, but the pancakes were fantastic – he had them stuffed with coconut, pineapple, and banana a few times.) We had planned to do nothing, but as fate would have it, we decided to catch the 10:40 shuttle to downtown, and we met Earl Watson.
Earl owns Watson’s tours, and he has a gig with the JI. We start talking to him – he was going to take people downtown and come back and pick them up. Somehow he offered to go see Fern Gully, and we said sure. We dropped off the other people, and headed up the Gully.
Weds. Feb. 2, 2005
I woke up in the morning so pleasantly surprised to hear the ocean. You know how sometimes you wake up in a strange place and you are disoriented? Anytime I woke up in the middle of the night, the first thing I would hear was the ocean waves, and I would literally smile, half-asleep, thinking to myself “Oh yeeeaaaah, I’m in Jaaaaa-maaaaayyyyy-kaaa!” and no sooner that that thought finished, was I back in one of the deepest sleeps I’ve had in a long time.
And that was every night. I never had a bad night’s sleep. Sometimes you go on vacation and, “damn, the pillows are too (soft, hard, puffy, flat) or damn, the bed is bumpy, or damn, these sheets suck, or damn, I wish I had my pillow because my neck is killin’ me.” ---Never had one of those moments, ----never.
Was that because the Jamaica Inn had the bomb beds and pillows and sheets? No, I was that relaxed. It was because Jamaica Inn has
--- Jamaica.
We strolled up to breakfast (in Jamaica, and in other caribbean spots, I stroll – my pace slows almost immediately, because of all the beautiful scenery).
I started off the day with that Spa Breakfast I told you about, and Scott had eggs and sausage. (He wants you to know that he is not a pancake eater, but the pancakes were fantastic – he had them stuffed with coconut, pineapple, and banana a few times.) We had planned to do nothing, but as fate would have it, we decided to catch the 10:40 shuttle to downtown, and we met Earl Watson.
Earl owns Watson’s tours, and he has a gig with the JI. We start talking to him – he was going to take people downtown and come back and pick them up. Somehow he offered to go see Fern Gully, and we said sure. We dropped off the other people, and headed up the Gully.









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