Ya man...Jamaica in 2010...and January 1st, 2011!



Left Toronto on December 25th and arrived in Montego Bay, staying at the Negril Yoga Centre. (I will speak about that experience later which consisted of the walls shaking and interesting sounds coming from above our heads on the first night....Okay, no one said this was a club for celibacy). But still it could be a great place for a retreat:-

It was definitely surreal sitting at the beach on Christmas day with swollen ankles from the flight and on TO (Toronto) brain-waves. Still, getting away from it all is unmatched from what we met up with in Jamaica.

I learned to cook the national food (akee), a fruit that is absolutely delicious, rented a scooter and paid a security guard to allow us to have a guided 5-minute walk-about tour on the plantation (a complete scam). I was so furious my corel stoned bracelet got scared and popped off. So not only was I ripped off in Jamaica but I lost precious jewellery.

On the beach there was every attempt on my part to stay secluded while being sold everything and anything from fruits, bowels, shells, grass and drum-sticks. (I just threw in the latter for effect.) It was what I came to refer to as 'Highway Beach Robbery.' One morning I bought an avacado for $200 Jamaican (about $1.90 CDN). At those prices I could have stayed in Canada and shopped at Whole Foods.

So stay tuned for the upcoming posts on:

Highway Beach Robbery

Akee & Irie
(the national dish & the Jamaican word for 'great')

Morgan Freeman at the Negril Craft Market

and

the Jamaican Handshake

P.S: It will take some time to get this done. And it will take some time to get un-done.