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This won't be like the beautiful trip reports that you're accustomed to in this forum but I promise to do better next time.
My last visit to Jamaica was in 1998. I was well overdue for a trip back home and although I wasn't thinking of going back in this capacity, I was blessed to return home, even if it was only for a week and even if I had just one free day.
It started while I was still in Africa. I got an email from Bishop King telling me that he needs me in his peace conference. Bishop King is known as an Advocate of Peace on the Island. He has been very instrumental in causing gun men to put down their guns and embrace peace in one of the most violent area in Montego Bay. Because of his dedication in bringing peace not only to Montego Bay but to the entire Island, I couldn't say no to him.
I had no more vacation time...I just spent two weeks in Africa. I wondered what my boss would say. Surely they wouldn't let me go. Well, when the ticket showed up in my inbox, I had no choice but to face the music and ask for the time off. I went in with the printed itinerary, information about the conference and told my boss that I had to go. She and her boss weren't too happy because I had just returned but they decided to give me the time off.
I flew out on Saturday morning via Westjet with no issues. I felt a knot in my stomach, not because I'm flying but because of where I'm going. I wondered if the place had really changed the way folks said it had. As the plane started to descend towards Sangster's International airport, I started to cry. I was finally going back home. I kept looking out the window forgetting to take pictures. I was mesmerized by the beauty of mountains and the sea.
We landed and I was just as anxious as everyone else to get off the plane. I was a bit disappointed when I found out that you no longer walk outside when you get off the plane. I was truly looking forward to the experience of walking down the steps and touching the ground before going through immigration. Sigh.
Long long long line to get to immigration. I finally got to the counter only to be told I needed to go to the health desk because I was in Africa and I could have brought something back with me.
I informed them that Canadians cannot travel to Africa without all the necessary immunization but it didn't matter. Silly me, I didn't think about taking the immunization record with me. Anyway, I had to go stand in line by the health desk...another line. Finally got through that process and then I had to go back to immigration.
After that process, I didn't have to wait too long to get my luggage and then I went on to meet my party outside. I was met with a huge downpour....ahhhh, it was good to be back in Jamaica. As a little girl, I actually loved it when it rained in Jamaica. It was a beautiful memory.
My last visit to Jamaica was in 1998. I was well overdue for a trip back home and although I wasn't thinking of going back in this capacity, I was blessed to return home, even if it was only for a week and even if I had just one free day.
It started while I was still in Africa. I got an email from Bishop King telling me that he needs me in his peace conference. Bishop King is known as an Advocate of Peace on the Island. He has been very instrumental in causing gun men to put down their guns and embrace peace in one of the most violent area in Montego Bay. Because of his dedication in bringing peace not only to Montego Bay but to the entire Island, I couldn't say no to him.
I had no more vacation time...I just spent two weeks in Africa. I wondered what my boss would say. Surely they wouldn't let me go. Well, when the ticket showed up in my inbox, I had no choice but to face the music and ask for the time off. I went in with the printed itinerary, information about the conference and told my boss that I had to go. She and her boss weren't too happy because I had just returned but they decided to give me the time off.
I flew out on Saturday morning via Westjet with no issues. I felt a knot in my stomach, not because I'm flying but because of where I'm going. I wondered if the place had really changed the way folks said it had. As the plane started to descend towards Sangster's International airport, I started to cry. I was finally going back home. I kept looking out the window forgetting to take pictures. I was mesmerized by the beauty of mountains and the sea.
We landed and I was just as anxious as everyone else to get off the plane. I was a bit disappointed when I found out that you no longer walk outside when you get off the plane. I was truly looking forward to the experience of walking down the steps and touching the ground before going through immigration. Sigh.
Long long long line to get to immigration. I finally got to the counter only to be told I needed to go to the health desk because I was in Africa and I could have brought something back with me.
I informed them that Canadians cannot travel to Africa without all the necessary immunization but it didn't matter. Silly me, I didn't think about taking the immunization record with me. Anyway, I had to go stand in line by the health desk...another line. Finally got through that process and then I had to go back to immigration. After that process, I didn't have to wait too long to get my luggage and then I went on to meet my party outside. I was met with a huge downpour....ahhhh, it was good to be back in Jamaica. As a little girl, I actually loved it when it rained in Jamaica. It was a beautiful memory.
I will add pics from my one free day plus a few others soon.
hi Compry. all this travelling mek u so scarce.
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