In a lovely gated apartment complex across from Devon House, right St. Bess?
PattyWatty, lovely photos of Kingston and radii north, south, east and west of center on top, at the Pegasus.
In the 60s all that land in the New Kingston area was grasslands spotched with a few trees and no buildings. My friends and I who lived down the Half Way Tree Road cycled on the footpaths that looked like a spiders web on the vast lands that stretched from Oxford Rd. to the south next to the Pegasus, up to Trafalgar Rd. to the north. Acres and acres of land.
The next time we go, we're thinking about flying into Kingston and staying on the east side of the island. We only had one day in Kingston and as you know - one day is not enough!
We also loved Port Antonio and Port Maria, but were forced out with the rain in November.
We had been having trouble finding a quiet place. The dogs in “our yard” were untrained, and somewhat neglected. The gate was always left open—even after we requested it stay closed. I was getting tired of muddy dogs jumping on me and dirtying all my clothes and pajamas. It’s true—we weren’t paying very much, but there are certain things you expect. Like a shower without worms in it. A little privacy would have been nice, too—the 11 y/o daughter of the “caretaker/cook” would use the yard as a short cut, peering into the house every chance she could. We had booked 2 weeks here, but knew we couldn’t stay for even another night. Four nights of this was enough. The beds were like boards. No possibility of a good night’s sleep, not to mention the barking dogs. Sleep was something I was looking forward to, but soon my hopes had faded.
So, we started the trend of this trip. We moved. We walked up the road and checked into the small hotel behind the store. We knew it wasn’t perfect, but it was air conditioned, and we had access to a kitchen, and the couple who ran the place were absolutely great to us. We could go up to the rooftop to sit and watch the ‘goings on’. There was no view from our room, though. We should have checked out the rooms upstairs, but thought the lower rooms were larger.
We moved again, up the road. We rented one bedroom in a guest house. There was nobody else staying here for then next few days so we got the whole place to ourselves! We could surely get some rest here! So we unpacked our stuff, went grocery shopping, came back and had a couple of drinks. We went down to the beach (right in front) to take a little snooze. We wanted just a little more privacy, even though the beach was totally empty, so we pulled the two lunge chairs up, away from the water. We found a nice shady spot on the lawn, under a tree and soon fell asleep. It wasn’t long before I heard someone saying, “excuse me...excuse me!” I opened my eyes to see a guy standing there in front of me with all of his wares for sale. I was shocked as this was a private guest house and a private yard, with a “guests only” sign right there. Phil woke up and asked the guy what the heck he was thinking…”Do you REALLY think you’re going to make a sale after trespassing and waking someone up?!?!
The guy hung his head and left. It was a little disappointing.
The very next day, we were again TRYING to take a little afternoon nap, on the lawn, WAY close to the house this time. Everything was great until some “music” started blasting so loudly that we couldn’t even hear our radio which was right next to us. This was not just loud music, this was crackling, scratchy, distorted sounds blasting from what seemed to be a crappy little cassette stereo with an amplifier and 20 year old speakers. I can’t believe how unpleasant it was and I am equally shocked that his neighbors put up with it. It was SO loud we couldn’t even talk to one another without shouting, and this is “quiet Treasure Beach”??? Phil walked over to the guys yard and politely asked the guy if he could turn it down a little. He didn’t ask him to turn it off, he wasn’t rude or offensive. This jerk turned to Phil and flipped him off! Well, of course the obscenities flew at this point—back and forth. After a few frustrating, maddening minutes of this, Phil came back to the house to a ringing phone. It was the lady who set us up in this guest house, the manager of it - I guess. She told Phil that she just got a call from an “upstanding citizen of the community” who was very upset with Phil!! She told Phil that he’s luck nobody came after him with a machete! Instead of trying to help the guest in this community feel welcome and safe, she made a comment like that which we felt very threatening. Unbelievable. Sometimes you just know when it’s time to move on…..
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