CARIBBEAN, JAMAICA
JAMAICA SPOKE TO ME
28/12/10 23:13
Jamaica spoke to me. Last time I was there Jamaica just kind of muttered, but this time: aaaaaaaah- now I know why people chose to call this fine island home.
Never before have I ever seen anything so lush. Zimbali Retreat. Hadn’t heard of them until last month, and now I shall always remember. What a week.
Fresh, organic, succulent, rare fruits picked right from the trees. Ital cooking on a tradition outdoor woodstove. Sweet, airy accommodations, and a secure, tranquil, quiet setting I had longed for. Looking down from the main lodge through the acres of thickly planted fruit bearing trees and vegetable beds, all tended to by hand. The surrounding hills thick with underbrush and jungle- and, so high on the mountains, ganja.
The medicine man came to meet me. Rastafarians came from above to party We cooked, we laughed, we smoked. The hours spent with the mountain goers in Jamaica were some of the most precious of my life. Thanks one and all.
Not to be outdone, my vacation was split with the upper reaches of the island and the lower: my second host escorted me to a private cabin right by the bay. Ocean breezes wrapped me, the sound of the little waves of Little Bay slapping against the rocks lulling me to sleep. The sand as fine as any, the secluded bay more private than them all. I was in heaven,...and if I forgot so my hammock reminded me. If you want satisfaction and complete happiness, have my friends Mike and Kesha serve you up their delicious lobsters feast-style while you stair at the crystal clear water of the bay just steps away. Then, once you’ve had enough, go dip your toes and your paws into the fresh water spring as it mixes with the ocean in the pool created by the waves and time. Two words: in-credible. :-)
I have traveled alot these past couple years, and I’ve traveled several times not to Jamaica. It was this trip that finally, finally, makes me understand the heart not only of Jamaica but of it’s people. I cannot wait to go back!
Never before have I ever seen anything so lush. Zimbali Retreat. Hadn’t heard of them until last month, and now I shall always remember. What a week.
Fresh, organic, succulent, rare fruits picked right from the trees. Ital cooking on a tradition outdoor woodstove. Sweet, airy accommodations, and a secure, tranquil, quiet setting I had longed for. Looking down from the main lodge through the acres of thickly planted fruit bearing trees and vegetable beds, all tended to by hand. The surrounding hills thick with underbrush and jungle- and, so high on the mountains, ganja.
The medicine man came to meet me. Rastafarians came from above to party We cooked, we laughed, we smoked. The hours spent with the mountain goers in Jamaica were some of the most precious of my life. Thanks one and all.
Not to be outdone, my vacation was split with the upper reaches of the island and the lower: my second host escorted me to a private cabin right by the bay. Ocean breezes wrapped me, the sound of the little waves of Little Bay slapping against the rocks lulling me to sleep. The sand as fine as any, the secluded bay more private than them all. I was in heaven,...and if I forgot so my hammock reminded me. If you want satisfaction and complete happiness, have my friends Mike and Kesha serve you up their delicious lobsters feast-style while you stair at the crystal clear water of the bay just steps away. Then, once you’ve had enough, go dip your toes and your paws into the fresh water spring as it mixes with the ocean in the pool created by the waves and time. Two words: in-credible. :-)
I have traveled alot these past couple years, and I’ve traveled several times not to Jamaica. It was this trip that finally, finally, makes me understand the heart not only of Jamaica but of it’s people. I cannot wait to go back!