Jamaica: Day 2
Hey, know what I forgot to tell you in my first day Jamaica round-up? What actually happened. Namely, we traveled a lot, were delayed a lot, and I did something very stupid.
Apparently, every flight AirJamaica gets off the ground is delayed. After spending some time on the island, this is NO SURPRISE AT ALL, but it did mean that our 3:40 arrival time looked more like 4:30. We found our driver and got into the cab for the hour-and-a-half drive from Montego Bay to Negril, excitedly anticipating dinner plans with my sister and her husband-to-be.
Two hours later, we were still in Montego Bay. The traffic was that bad.
I have a weakness. I am unable to understand people with accents. It doesn’t matter what kind of accent. I simply have very little capacity for parsing what people are saying, if they have a heavy accent.
The result of this was that our driver said several things to us that I did not understand, about stopping for food before restaurants close, on our way to the Inn. He also received several phone calls which I was unable to understand.
In the meantime, I was panicking and calling my sister – what if we stopped for dinner but she waited at the Inn for our arrival, and they didn’t get to eat? Should we pick them up something? Should we actually stop, or go straight to the Inn and check in with them at first? And besides, wasn’t she worried about us? We were pushing FOUR HOURS LATE, after all!
Of course, the driver was in contact with them the whole time, and his suggested restaurant was where my sister and the rest of the group were already stationed, enjoying some Red Stripe and waiting for our much-delayed arrival.
But I never figured that out.
So when we pulled up to the restaurant, I’m all, “Matt, I think I see [sister’s husband] sitting there! Oh my god, they are at THIS RESTAURANT! WHAT ARE THE ODDS?!”
They eventually did straighten me out, but it was a little embarrassing and I was definitely the night’s designated Captain Spazzo.
Second round of photos are up.
Highlights?
Crazy Jamaicans and their ganja regulations.
Matt steps outside our room and then contemplates his life.
The definition of “action” in Jamaica.
Oh yeah, I went whitewater rafting in a beautiful rainforest.
And when we got back, my family had taken over the Westender Inn.
And then I showed one of those action-y waves who is boss.
In a few hours, I’m getting into a car with my rugby buddies and then heading down to Key West to send off two of my best friends on the team. It’s going to be really fun and suck at the same time.
Next up from Jamaica: photos from the wedding itself. And they are beautiful.