Hello again,

Glad to see you again.

Ready for some more crazy stories? Well, you’re in luck. Day one turned out to be more sketchy than crazy.

Let’s get to the point; days 2&3 were very interesting.

First impression: Jamaica has the same vibes as some parts of Mexico near the California border.

Summation of the experience: Jamaica will surprise you in the least expected way.

 

Day 2;

Jacy and I wake up to the sticky heat of the hostel room. Jacy had her mosquito net around her bed through the night and I didn’t. I wake up with almost every square inch of my body covered with bug bites. Itchy.

We take a chilly shower, sharing the one towel. We see signs everywhere saying that the bathroom is a self serve bathroom. A mop and bucket is provided outside the door and a generous pile of shit clogging the toilet. Awesome.

Breakfast time, anyone? Jacy and I went back down the mountain in search of a new place to stay. We head to Sandals, a resort in Negril about 2 minutes from Margaritaville. The security officer got upset with us because we drove in through the exit, whoops.

They have a room available! Awesome! Oh great, it’s $980 US per night to stay there. Yeah, that’s not happening on our budget. Thankfully we have the amazing website Hotels.com to save our mosquito-ridden butts. We reserved a room at Sea Splash Hotel.

We headed to Sea Splash to check in, they informed us that they’ll need a hour to clean our rooms so we head out for much needed food. We headed to a restaurant on the beach called Cosmos. Terrible food, awesome drinks.

We went back to the creepy hostel and started packing. An employee saw us packing,  showing how “private” this hostel was, and approached us. She asked why we were packing, we tell her that we found another place to stay at. She got very upset and tells us that there will be no refund and that she “can’t force us to stay.” So long creepy hostel!

As we head out to the hotel, the traffic at a nearby roundabout gets out of control. A motorcyclist behind Jacy tried to cut her off but ended up hitting her right on the front bumper. Nobody was hurt. Now we understand the mandatory insurance and the numerous dents/scratches on the car as well as the zip ties on the tires. Jamaican traffic is not for the faint hearted.

We got settled in at our new hotel and head out to the beach. Ahhh, much better without the deafening fear of sketchiness.

Jacy and I made a trip out to Montego Bay, to the Rose Hall Plantation for a tour. The history behind the Rose Hall Plantation is fascinating. The grounds and the house is mind blowing, however, the tour sucked.

The tour started at 7:30 pm and the guide brought us into the house and there were actors hiding all over the house; trying so hard to scare us. They tried so hard and it ended up feeling more of a bad interactive dinner theater than a tour. The Rose Hall Plantation is famous because of the rumored “White Witch”, Annie. According to the tour, Annie was a ruthless woman who enjoyed killing people- google it if you have the time, the story itself is fantastic.

After the tour, we had to endure a terrifying drive back to Negril in the dark. The sun sets very early here. We got lost a few times but finally got back to the hotel. Lights out!

Day 3;

This is a much more comfortable place to stay at. Jacy scheduled a deep sea fishing charter ship with the hotel front desk.

Off into the wonderful, clear ocean we go. We spent about 2 hours on the peaceful boat before Jacy caught a bonito. Bonitos are one of the common saltwater fish found in the shores of Negril. We spent a couple more hours trying to catch more fish with no luck. As the sun sets, we head back to the shore. The guy with the boat offers to cook the fish for us. We had no means of cooking it ourselves so we agreed. He told us to come back in 20 minutes. Jacy and I headed to the room to change and took a short nap.

We came back, there’s a homeless looking, older gentleman cooking the fish in a very old pot over a makeshift campfire behind a restaurant off the beach. He generously offers us ganja. People here are relentless about ganja!

We ate the fish and immediately bounced.

After the crazy few days of dealing with bored, rude locals we were more than happy to hide in our rooms for the night.

Want to know how day 4 was? Read the next post!

XOXO, A