1991 visiting on a merchant ship loading alumina powder.

A bit of a shock to be honest, reminded me of Lagos. Poor, third world. A good place to smoke ganga and drink Red Stripe beer in s strip joint. I still don’t remember the taxi ride back to the ship all these years later, just the stories I was told the following day about our taxi being stopped by a policewoman and me asking her if she wanted to sleep with me. All good fun.

Not longing to go back, and Kingston sounded worse.