There is so much to say.
We arrived in Jamaica at 1pm, Sunday. We were in our rooms by 2pm and with luggage by 3. Then it was exploring to discover the pools, food areas and bars. The bars were discovered first and the pools and food on Monday.
I was up at 6am, with a cloud of smoke covering the resort. They were fogging the flying creatures that inhabit the area. It worked. Few bugs. Some small ants.
No big deals.
I escorted a group of KFGO listeners on a "canopy tour" near Anchovy Jamaica, about 45-minutes out of Mo-Bay. (Montego Bay.)
It involved holding onto a cord while fliding down a rope across the abyss. Our longest traverse was 1070-feet, 210-feet above the forest floor. We were secured by two pulley and a safety cord. Somehow, the safety standards of Jamaica were remarkable. Each jump was accompanied by a guide double-checking each cinch, tug and fastener. What a rush! I can't explain how exhilerated I felt with each jump. Stepping off a platform 200-feet above the ground is exciting to say the least.
Each crew member that accompanied us was a great person. Each one was honest, happy and enthusiastic. I didn't have enough money to tip them what they were worth. Far more than the customary 15%. (That is customary isn't it?)
Tomorrow we go to The Bob Marley House and his final resting place. I'm very excited about it. I've been told that they tourguides treat it very solemnly, with great reverance and respect. If one were take the time to check out Bob Marley, you'd know why his was the largest funeral in the history of Jamaica.
I'm in an internet cafe in our resort. There are three people in line behind me and I should go. There's so much to say, but so little time in which to say it.
Something I must ask and try to respond to, is, "what can we learn from the Jamaicans?" They are so friendly, kind, respectful, cheery and deprived. We, proud, hardworking Americans, who have so much, are so often down and depressive. The poor and oppressed people of Jamaica are so up and happy. How does that happen? Are they in denial? Are they ignorant of their condition? Or, does the Ganja help that much?
by the way, our driver, Barry, today, when asked which "football" team he prefers...said...not New England. Not Chicago. He said..."Jamaica. But, really, I LOVE Team Italia."
Kinda' like me and The Twins...but, I LOVE The Yankees. Sorry about that.
The keeper of the cafe is looking anxiously my way.
I must leave.