Hello again everyone who's still following my blog from Jamaica, all one of you, that being me. Other signs of note: Big Rat Auto Parts, No Ganja Smoking Here. Life is irie here at Button Bay. This place is a little oasis with birds chirping, waves crashing and the faint sound of UB40 playing on the speakers. Yesterday we spent the entire day with Fern Loukie, a woman I contacted through Jamaica's Meet the People program and she drove us through the pastoral lands in the Santa Cruz mountains that overlook Treasure Beach. We stopped at Lover's Leap for a spectacular panorama of the South Coast, then moved on through many small hamlets, past farmlands, many goats (bones in) and enjoyed some delicious jerk chicken prepared by her cousin next to a small rum shop near her birth place. Fern took us to her beautiful home and to a friend's place with an incredible view of the mountains on one side and the ocean on the other. All are "returnies" or Jamaicans who've made money overseas and are now returning to claim the land of their forefathers. Some have built palatial villas in the hills even though many are now in their seventies. As Fern said: "you want to buy a villa in Jamaica, soon all these places will be up for sale." Fern is a wonderful woman and heavily involved in charitable causes, as well as women's rights and offers "metaphysical" spiritual healing. She has given us an open invitation to return and stay with her any time: we may have to take her up on that.
Yes the camera is fucked.
We are drifting nicely into Island time and Julia has become quite a domino shark. No plans for the next few days, just chillin' out at Button Bay and maybe venturing over to Fort Charles Beach, which is about three miles of beach with nobody on it. Yes the South Shore of Jamaica is very irie indeed, no hassles and virtually no crime. Women like Fern and dedicated to keeping it that way.
No problem, mon. All good, respect.
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