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Re: TB - A Little Piece of Heaven
So sad to leave Treasure Beach. I plan to return very soon so that made it more bearable.
I wanted to say goodbye to Lydia, one of the owners of Sunset. She had really been such a friend and had looked out for us, especially when J. got sick. When it came time for us to leave I couldn't find her. No one really knew where she was. I figured it was for the best. I hate saying goodbye to people. Just as we were driving out of Sunset she came walking up the driveway. When I got out to say goodbye the tears were a fallin. I felt happy that I got to see her we were off.
I was much more aware of the towns on the way back towards Montego Bay. You know how when you get in to Jamaica you have that fog around you? At least I have a fog. I had been up too early that day and was nervous about new surroundings and was just glowing Jamaica on the way down. On the way back I now remembered the names of the towns from seeing them on a map, or from the water that morning. I was able to really look around.
It was a Sunday. Lots of church goers but nothing like the Sunday before which was Easter. Saw a couple of crusade tents set up in towns, mainly empty in the late afternoon. I thank JahBuddah for her story about Mr.JB going to the crusade in one of her reports.
I had a lot more of idea of what those tents represented.
One of the highlights of the trip was coming through Border. It is a small town on the border of Westmoreland and St. Elizabeth (Please correct me folks if I am incorrect). Along the roadway on the water (not sure what water is or the name?) there is set up many small shops of vendors selling food. The highlight here is the fish and bammy. Junior wanted to get some for himself and his father. We pulled over. I rolled down my window and instantly multiple people were sticking their arms in the window with fish and bammy. The fish was presented on these nice metal baking pans (cake pan type thing) and were covered with fresh sliced tomatoes and onions. I was wondering how they packaged this stuff up and was feeling really overwhelmed by the arms and fish aroma. The bammy was cut in half and stacked about 6 halves high and packaged in saran wrap. Junior points to one of the vendors and says, "I want to talk to Grandma." (he points to some elderly woman) She comes around to his side of the car with her fish. A bammy lady followed. He worked out some sort of a deal. I couldn't understand a word. The remaining people hanging in the car looked dejected and went to work on drinks for me and the kids.
Junior eventually gets out of the car to go get his fish. He ended up getting some soup too. While he was out of the car the kids and I watched car after car pull over. As soon as it slowed people started chasing the car sticking their arms in. At first I thought it was a route taxi and they were all trying to get in for a ride. That must be hard work for those vendors. [img]/forums/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img] Junior returns with the fish packaged in foil bundles, the bammy and soup were steaming hot. The car filled with a wonderful aroma of dinner the rest of the ride. We had not seen one drop of rain in a week in TB. [img]/forums/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img] As we got into the hills it rained most of the way through Westmoreland.
I have known Junior for several years. Every time we drive on the road from MoBay to Negril he points to where his house is in the hills above Hopewell in Hanover. He also raises chickens for eating as well as eggs. I have eaten his delicious chickens and eggs on multiple visits to the villa where I usually stay. We always say one of these days he will take me to his home. Well this was the trip to do it because we passed near his town.
Up in the hills (not sure if it was in Hanover or Westmoreland parish) we pulled off the main road onto another road headed towards Content. I am always amazed at some of the roads in the hills, or in Jamaica for that matter. You think that there is no way any one ever uses this road, it must be abandoned. They are in terrible condition. There are giant areas of the road missing and filled with water from the just ending rain. (Now remember folks we are taking some back road short cut to his house. Not all the roads are like this).
We are driving along this road with no one for miles and all of a sudden the Red Bull car is coming towards us. It is a Volkswagon Beetle painted silver and blue. It has a giant can of Red Bull on the top/back of the car. This was really a surreal sight. As we start to pass we both roll down our windows. Two attractive young ladies are in the Red Bull car. They hand us small brochures about it "giving us wings" and ask if we are tired from driving? Junior immediately answers no and I answer yes. The immediately focus their attention on me and ask if I would like to try a Red Bull so that I can feel more alert upon my arrival at my destination. I answer, "Sure." Junior goes into how he really is tired. I support him by saying how he is actually the one been doing all the driving. They would not give in because he said no the first time. As soon as we pulled away I handed him the drink. I wasn't interested in the thing to begin with. He went on and on for the next few miles about how "mean the girls were."
After a few miles we start to encounter an occasional person walking along the road. Junior rolls down his window each time and holds up the can and asks if they got their Red Bull. Everyone had.
There is a farmer near Junior who has quite an extensive area that he farms. He has a man who comes to clear the land and till the soil. Junior had piggy backed on this farmer to get the man who tills the soil to clear an area for Junior to farm. He said since they are too far up in the hills it would be too expensive to get the guy out to do his land alone. He had planted some pumpkin the year before and it had done well. He wants to plant some corn in addition to the pumpkin.
We come up to his land. The man had cleared an area for a road up to the property. Since the road had just been made and the recent rain we ended up getting stuck in the mud. We alternated for a while with both of us driving and pushing and managed to get the thing unstuck. Phew!! The adventures with this man are unbelievable. Welcome to Content, Hanover.
He started to take a look around the area. There are a few cows in the field too. He says to me that there is a calf out there that wasn't there this morning. He goes on to determine that it had probably been born within the last two hours. I had to go get the kids out of the car at this point to see the cow and calf.
She was licking the calf clean from it's birth. She still had the afterbirth hanging out of her. The calf would wobble with each lick of her toungue. It hadn't even started to nurse yet. Wow! I don't see this stuff at home. Note the freshly plowed field.
Junior is the speck in blue way in the distance. He plans to build a house in the area where he is standing. It will face out towards the direction where I am standing to take the picture. I have never seen him so proud as he seemed at this moment. He just shone with pride as he talked about his plans to build and plant. I felt so lucky to see this. Also I felt honored that he let me see so much of his personal life. I understood quite a bit more about what makes this man tick.
It was a beautiful evening. The recent rain caused "vapors" (Junior called it vapors) to rise off of the tops of the hills all around Content. It looked as if you were in the clouds.
Next stop Junior's chickens.....
So sad to leave Treasure Beach. I plan to return very soon so that made it more bearable.
I wanted to say goodbye to Lydia, one of the owners of Sunset. She had really been such a friend and had looked out for us, especially when J. got sick. When it came time for us to leave I couldn't find her. No one really knew where she was. I figured it was for the best. I hate saying goodbye to people. Just as we were driving out of Sunset she came walking up the driveway. When I got out to say goodbye the tears were a fallin. I felt happy that I got to see her we were off.
I was much more aware of the towns on the way back towards Montego Bay. You know how when you get in to Jamaica you have that fog around you? At least I have a fog. I had been up too early that day and was nervous about new surroundings and was just glowing Jamaica on the way down. On the way back I now remembered the names of the towns from seeing them on a map, or from the water that morning. I was able to really look around.
It was a Sunday. Lots of church goers but nothing like the Sunday before which was Easter. Saw a couple of crusade tents set up in towns, mainly empty in the late afternoon. I thank JahBuddah for her story about Mr.JB going to the crusade in one of her reports.
I had a lot more of idea of what those tents represented.One of the highlights of the trip was coming through Border. It is a small town on the border of Westmoreland and St. Elizabeth (Please correct me folks if I am incorrect). Along the roadway on the water (not sure what water is or the name?) there is set up many small shops of vendors selling food. The highlight here is the fish and bammy. Junior wanted to get some for himself and his father. We pulled over. I rolled down my window and instantly multiple people were sticking their arms in the window with fish and bammy. The fish was presented on these nice metal baking pans (cake pan type thing) and were covered with fresh sliced tomatoes and onions. I was wondering how they packaged this stuff up and was feeling really overwhelmed by the arms and fish aroma. The bammy was cut in half and stacked about 6 halves high and packaged in saran wrap. Junior points to one of the vendors and says, "I want to talk to Grandma." (he points to some elderly woman) She comes around to his side of the car with her fish. A bammy lady followed. He worked out some sort of a deal. I couldn't understand a word. The remaining people hanging in the car looked dejected and went to work on drinks for me and the kids.
Junior eventually gets out of the car to go get his fish. He ended up getting some soup too. While he was out of the car the kids and I watched car after car pull over. As soon as it slowed people started chasing the car sticking their arms in. At first I thought it was a route taxi and they were all trying to get in for a ride. That must be hard work for those vendors. [img]/forums/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img] Junior returns with the fish packaged in foil bundles, the bammy and soup were steaming hot. The car filled with a wonderful aroma of dinner the rest of the ride. We had not seen one drop of rain in a week in TB. [img]/forums/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img] As we got into the hills it rained most of the way through Westmoreland.
I have known Junior for several years. Every time we drive on the road from MoBay to Negril he points to where his house is in the hills above Hopewell in Hanover. He also raises chickens for eating as well as eggs. I have eaten his delicious chickens and eggs on multiple visits to the villa where I usually stay. We always say one of these days he will take me to his home. Well this was the trip to do it because we passed near his town.
Up in the hills (not sure if it was in Hanover or Westmoreland parish) we pulled off the main road onto another road headed towards Content. I am always amazed at some of the roads in the hills, or in Jamaica for that matter. You think that there is no way any one ever uses this road, it must be abandoned. They are in terrible condition. There are giant areas of the road missing and filled with water from the just ending rain. (Now remember folks we are taking some back road short cut to his house. Not all the roads are like this).
We are driving along this road with no one for miles and all of a sudden the Red Bull car is coming towards us. It is a Volkswagon Beetle painted silver and blue. It has a giant can of Red Bull on the top/back of the car. This was really a surreal sight. As we start to pass we both roll down our windows. Two attractive young ladies are in the Red Bull car. They hand us small brochures about it "giving us wings" and ask if we are tired from driving? Junior immediately answers no and I answer yes. The immediately focus their attention on me and ask if I would like to try a Red Bull so that I can feel more alert upon my arrival at my destination. I answer, "Sure." Junior goes into how he really is tired. I support him by saying how he is actually the one been doing all the driving. They would not give in because he said no the first time. As soon as we pulled away I handed him the drink. I wasn't interested in the thing to begin with. He went on and on for the next few miles about how "mean the girls were."
After a few miles we start to encounter an occasional person walking along the road. Junior rolls down his window each time and holds up the can and asks if they got their Red Bull. Everyone had.
There is a farmer near Junior who has quite an extensive area that he farms. He has a man who comes to clear the land and till the soil. Junior had piggy backed on this farmer to get the man who tills the soil to clear an area for Junior to farm. He said since they are too far up in the hills it would be too expensive to get the guy out to do his land alone. He had planted some pumpkin the year before and it had done well. He wants to plant some corn in addition to the pumpkin.
We come up to his land. The man had cleared an area for a road up to the property. Since the road had just been made and the recent rain we ended up getting stuck in the mud. We alternated for a while with both of us driving and pushing and managed to get the thing unstuck. Phew!! The adventures with this man are unbelievable. Welcome to Content, Hanover.
He started to take a look around the area. There are a few cows in the field too. He says to me that there is a calf out there that wasn't there this morning. He goes on to determine that it had probably been born within the last two hours. I had to go get the kids out of the car at this point to see the cow and calf.
She was licking the calf clean from it's birth. She still had the afterbirth hanging out of her. The calf would wobble with each lick of her toungue. It hadn't even started to nurse yet. Wow! I don't see this stuff at home. Note the freshly plowed field.
Junior is the speck in blue way in the distance. He plans to build a house in the area where he is standing. It will face out towards the direction where I am standing to take the picture. I have never seen him so proud as he seemed at this moment. He just shone with pride as he talked about his plans to build and plant. I felt so lucky to see this. Also I felt honored that he let me see so much of his personal life. I understood quite a bit more about what makes this man tick.
It was a beautiful evening. The recent rain caused "vapors" (Junior called it vapors) to rise off of the tops of the hills all around Content. It looked as if you were in the clouds.
Next stop Junior's chickens.....
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