26 February 2011
2009.09.22
Dolphins Cove
- Tuesday 22 September 2009
Yah man!
Yesterday we went swimming with dolphins, how about that? Crazy, heavenly. We are well and have not been robbed and have not been smoking, we promise..... The farm is feeling a bit deserted and quiet after a while, without a car you're kind of stuck. We had some luck with this guy, Ryan, who has been taking us out and around. It was him who, via his friend Chris, smuggled us into the Dolphins Cove where Chris works and got us swimming with dolphins. For free. We pulled some crazy story to the guards and I don't know if they actually believed us. Ryan made us practise our lines before going there. "We went horse back riding the other day and are here to pick up the pictures..."
And as you can tell from the pictures we have finally been swimming in the Caribbean ocean. It can't even begin to be compared to swimming in Miami. It's like swimming in silk. WONDERFUL. We have also tried out the nightlife of Mo'Bay. Pier 1 on Friday and MargeritaVille on Saturday. And as Annika so wisely commented: YES, AS WE HAVE NOTICED EVERY DAY AND EVERY HOUR: PEOPLE ARE DAMN GOOD LOOKING HERE! Its crazy, how beautiful everyone is. Men and women. A catch around every corner. We stopped counting after our first day around. We have realised that we can simply roll out our tongues, start to drool and enjoy the moment - which we sure are.
Tomorrow we are leaving the ranch, which means proper food and no more Pepsi (which they seem to be living off of here in the valley). It has been real dreamy to be able to spend time here, but it's now time for new adventures! :)
Lucky for Julia the Rastafaris don't eat meat so there is a ton of great veggie food around, which we are looking forward to tasting more of. And believe us, we are sweating enough to share with all of you.
Respect!
- Tuesday 22 September 2009
Yah man!
Yesterday we went swimming with dolphins, how about that? Crazy, heavenly. We are well and have not been robbed and have not been smoking, we promise..... The farm is feeling a bit deserted and quiet after a while, without a car you're kind of stuck. We had some luck with this guy, Ryan, who has been taking us out and around. It was him who, via his friend Chris, smuggled us into the Dolphins Cove where Chris works and got us swimming with dolphins. For free. We pulled some crazy story to the guards and I don't know if they actually believed us. Ryan made us practise our lines before going there. "We went horse back riding the other day and are here to pick up the pictures..."
( Mr Ryan himself. )
And as you can tell from the pictures we have finally been swimming in the Caribbean ocean. It can't even begin to be compared to swimming in Miami. It's like swimming in silk. WONDERFUL. We have also tried out the nightlife of Mo'Bay. Pier 1 on Friday and MargeritaVille on Saturday. And as Annika so wisely commented: YES, AS WE HAVE NOTICED EVERY DAY AND EVERY HOUR: PEOPLE ARE DAMN GOOD LOOKING HERE! Its crazy, how beautiful everyone is. Men and women. A catch around every corner. We stopped counting after our first day around. We have realised that we can simply roll out our tongues, start to drool and enjoy the moment - which we sure are.
Tomorrow we are leaving the ranch, which means proper food and no more Pepsi (which they seem to be living off of here in the valley). It has been real dreamy to be able to spend time here, but it's now time for new adventures! :)
Lucky for Julia the Rastafaris don't eat meat so there is a ton of great veggie food around, which we are looking forward to tasting more of. And believe us, we are sweating enough to share with all of you.
Respect!
25 February 2011
Music a Jamaica.
2009.09.18
Party party
- Friday 18 September 2009
Hey everyone!
So, we stayed at the Wexford hotel after our night of horror on the bus from Kingston. On Wednesday we checked out and left our stuff in their luggage room, before heading out to explore the surroundings. In one direction we found the Hip Strip, where all the tourists drink colourful drinks and there's a bunch of souvenir-y shops. In the other direction is Down Town Montego. We were practically the only Caucasians around and suddenly this guy, who to begin with just wanted to help us cross the street, dragged us through the entire city while pointing to different houses and telling us stories that made no sense. A bit confused we stumbled after him until we decided it was going a bit too far, and told him that hey, it's enough and we are heading back. His oh so sweet behaviour instantly turned into anger. "Whats the problem??". He stopped us in this alley and now he wanted money for "showing" us the city, without us even wanting to see it. And without us being able to understand that that was what he was actually doing. We told him we didn't have much money, which made him even angrier. While this conversation was going on a friend of his suddenly appeared behind us with this big umbrella in his hands. Very unpleasant. The whole thing ended with us giving them a few Jamaican dollars and hurrying home. This was not a nice experience (and we are not the only ones to have it happen while traveling) but again we learned from our mistakes - and are only happy nothing worse happened.
Suzan was supposed to pick us up in the afternoon, but had to cancel. After todays experiences this was not good news. But she saved us by directing us to Toby Inn (in the opposite direction of Down Town, thank God) where she happened to know the boss. And just like that we had a double room, free of charge. It was a really cozy hotel with a pool and a bar by its side. But man, Montego Bay is empty! Almost no other guests around. During the days there are tons of tourists dropping by from the big cruise ships, but once they leave it's just us and the people who live and work in the area. Us - in other peoples eyes two rich westerners. We went out for dinner and had to have it alone in an empty restaurant - there really are no people around. It's just us and the tourist police, who are apparently here to protect us. (From what? Maybe they ought to keep an eye Down Town instead!)
Thursday.
Suzan was going to pick us up at Toby's by 4 o clock, so we spent the day hanging out by the pool listening to music. It was us and two other girls, sitting by the bar having fruit cocktails. Julia asked one of the girls for a cigarette and got a home made one... guess what?
Later when we were sunbathing by the pool the bartender came over and started talking. After a while he asked if we had ever "been with" a Jamaican man. No, we told him. "Ohh, so that's why you are here?" Haha! This along with the sign at the reception saying "Another person staying the night will be charged extra" gives us a pretty clear idea of what a lot of people come here for. Jamaica, Jamaica.
Anyway, now we are at Suzie's place in the Jamaican countryside, after a visit to the supermarket and a 30-something minute long bouncy ride through the bush and the mango fields in her pickup. Orange Valley, this is where she works with breeding race horses. There are about 200 horses here and the area used to be a slave colony. We live near the area where the slaves who managed to escape settled down, and Suzan's neighbouring building is an old slave hospital from the 16th century. The place is perfect for those who enjoy running around with messy hair and mud far up their legs. Just as, of course, you know we do!
Tomorrow is Suzan's 50th birthday, so tonight is a night of celebration! We are just about to head to the party place to inflate balloons (and condoms). Wish us luck!
- Friday 18 September 2009
Hey everyone!
So, we stayed at the Wexford hotel after our night of horror on the bus from Kingston. On Wednesday we checked out and left our stuff in their luggage room, before heading out to explore the surroundings. In one direction we found the Hip Strip, where all the tourists drink colourful drinks and there's a bunch of souvenir-y shops. In the other direction is Down Town Montego. We were practically the only Caucasians around and suddenly this guy, who to begin with just wanted to help us cross the street, dragged us through the entire city while pointing to different houses and telling us stories that made no sense. A bit confused we stumbled after him until we decided it was going a bit too far, and told him that hey, it's enough and we are heading back. His oh so sweet behaviour instantly turned into anger. "Whats the problem??". He stopped us in this alley and now he wanted money for "showing" us the city, without us even wanting to see it. And without us being able to understand that that was what he was actually doing. We told him we didn't have much money, which made him even angrier. While this conversation was going on a friend of his suddenly appeared behind us with this big umbrella in his hands. Very unpleasant. The whole thing ended with us giving them a few Jamaican dollars and hurrying home. This was not a nice experience (and we are not the only ones to have it happen while traveling) but again we learned from our mistakes - and are only happy nothing worse happened.
Suzan was supposed to pick us up in the afternoon, but had to cancel. After todays experiences this was not good news. But she saved us by directing us to Toby Inn (in the opposite direction of Down Town, thank God) where she happened to know the boss. And just like that we had a double room, free of charge. It was a really cozy hotel with a pool and a bar by its side. But man, Montego Bay is empty! Almost no other guests around. During the days there are tons of tourists dropping by from the big cruise ships, but once they leave it's just us and the people who live and work in the area. Us - in other peoples eyes two rich westerners. We went out for dinner and had to have it alone in an empty restaurant - there really are no people around. It's just us and the tourist police, who are apparently here to protect us. (From what? Maybe they ought to keep an eye Down Town instead!)
Thursday.
Suzan was going to pick us up at Toby's by 4 o clock, so we spent the day hanging out by the pool listening to music. It was us and two other girls, sitting by the bar having fruit cocktails. Julia asked one of the girls for a cigarette and got a home made one... guess what?
Later when we were sunbathing by the pool the bartender came over and started talking. After a while he asked if we had ever "been with" a Jamaican man. No, we told him. "Ohh, so that's why you are here?" Haha! This along with the sign at the reception saying "Another person staying the night will be charged extra" gives us a pretty clear idea of what a lot of people come here for. Jamaica, Jamaica.
Anyway, now we are at Suzie's place in the Jamaican countryside, after a visit to the supermarket and a 30-something minute long bouncy ride through the bush and the mango fields in her pickup. Orange Valley, this is where she works with breeding race horses. There are about 200 horses here and the area used to be a slave colony. We live near the area where the slaves who managed to escape settled down, and Suzan's neighbouring building is an old slave hospital from the 16th century. The place is perfect for those who enjoy running around with messy hair and mud far up their legs. Just as, of course, you know we do!
( Biggest cow ever? )
Tomorrow is Suzan's 50th birthday, so tonight is a night of celebration! We are just about to head to the party place to inflate balloons (and condoms). Wish us luck!
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