BlueBerry Pick'n

‘nuff said.

But then, I didn’t get to see that portion, except for the brochures I picked up at bathstops en route.

Manhattan is becoming such a LONG wait, that its beginning to achieve monumental proportions.

But all in good time, right?

The vacation video is posted at ThisCanadian.com.

What a strange, Agatha Christi-eque experience. I’d always wanted to experience something like the old, Bertram’s Hotel or Orient Express

It was Bob Marley meets Marlow Agency.

There was a moment I shared with my Hobbit & a fabulous couple from Minnesota. If I stay in Montego Bay, I’ll stay at the Casa Blanco. It was exactly what we mimick with our modern resort hotels.

The light flared between sunglass rim & straw hat, jabbed off shockingly bright plasters & the trees wavered in both breeze & heat trails. The water rippled & growled, undulating into the horizon. We wandered an ancient, lost garden.

I can honestly say, it appealed to the secret “Hemingway Goth” Author in this HippieChick. It seemed more honest than the hotel we occupied nearby.

We slumped under hats, drinking with sunglasses, chatting languidly with the American version of ThinWhiteDuke or Languid Traveller. These Americans were weathered from LIVING. With the exception of the influx of youth in the last days of our tenancy, we were older.

We had earned the faces we wore. Some of us were adding legends to their bodies, in the traditions of Life Travellers. Others wore decades’ fatigue from hiding a face we feared.

We allowed ourselves to taken to locations, as if we travelled to Pyramids. We splashed & scrambled over well-trodden fig-trailing cascades.

We: chatted, knoshed, bartered, snacked, splashed, cocktailed, dined, toasted, chugged, jacuzzi’d, brunched, hammocked, sketched, snorkled, stretched & yawned…

But I had time to talk to a unique spectrum of people. Other Travellers in a complexity of hue & stripes, bartenders _ (“THIS IS A SHOUT OUT TO ‘BIRD’!”),_ cab drivers, Housekeeping staff, Kitchen staff, roadside vendors, tour guides, zipline guides, really stoned ‘drivers’, management.

But most startling to me? They don’t realize what will happen to their economy if the U.S. economy tanks as a result of the CorporateWar.

You know who will do fine? An amazing dude named Jerry. He does the ‘Luminous Lagoon’ night splash. He’s so grounded & self-sufficient, creative & motivated to Live.

I hope we can find there is more of Jerry in all of us.

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at a company event.

We leave in 36 hours. Sweet This will be my second trip to the Caribbean, in only 5 months. The last was a business trip, this will be the first actual vacation we’ve taken in over a year. My Hobbit laughs that when I’m really excited or happy, my ‘tail wags’. He claims that its endearing, so I don’t dare ask what that actually means.

So, Saturday: 6 days, 7 nights…
I’ll keep you posted!

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Especially with such good security
& exclusivity for the rich.

I suppose it’s no differece than Venice of the Late Middle Ages, but it is rather depressing to know how much money resides in such luxury. From ThisCanadian’s seat, there is a lot of pain in the World.

Some of that wealth could be used for much better than a guarded island community.

Unless they know more about the real World than we do.

It was during FA cup, honestly, it was so packed I nearly saw nothing!

There is a LOT to see, its a very, very large province

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I have to be honest, I’ve never seen a place with SO MANY expensive jewelry shops & such a poorer local people.

Everywhere I went, “Columbian Emeralds!!”. Freaky. I haven’t travelled much, so maybe its commonplace. But I felt like it was a creepy way to sell questionably-sourced diamonds.

There seemed to be no ‘between ground’, either it was poverty or $30K jewelry. Bizarre. I felt uncomfortable, as if all the happy smiling people really wanted to stab me in the eye for being a ‘rich tourist’.

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I just with the guides were better photographers. I only got one good photo because it was so dark & the trolley doesn’t actually STOP long enough for a digital camera to focus.

I have an older camera.

But one of the guides offered to take a photo of my husband & I. When we got back, we realized it was a really bad photo. It was wonderful of her to offer, but if I’d known it was that bad, I’d have asked for another one from someone else if she wasn’t looking. I’d turned off the viewer to save batteries… mistake!

Because the caves were opened in the late 80s, Harrison’s caves are very much intact compared to somewhere like the Luray Caverns in Virginia which have been abused by tourism & explorers for almost a century.

I believe it used to be part of the Welchman’s Gully, until a major cave-in separated the two areas. Its a fantastic ride if you rent a ‘doorless car’, a moke. The drive on the back roads, avoiding the deep ditches, goats & slashing sugarcane ‘leaves’ was completely cinematic. I couldn’t stop laughing.

Something wicked bit me that day, I had 3 horrible ulcerations on my shin for 2 weeks when I got home. I think it was a spider. Whatever it was, it took no prisoners.

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Staggering hot, but the food was magnificent, the water sublime… it was an amazing vacation.

The sand was like talcum powder. I almost cried it was so beautiful.