stubsadventures

The travel to Jamaica was pretty smooth flying. Poncho and I were like two giddy school girls and could barely contain ourselves, which I’m sure is what anyone who knows us pictured.

Landing in Montego Bay, even the smell was amazing. I know I say it about everywhere that I go but Jamaica has some amazing people. People here are excited to see you and always saying to things “No Worries” and “Ya Mon”. The bus driver to the resort let Poncho sit up front because it was her birthday and was nice enough to stop along the way for us to take pictures of some views and even get a traditional Jamaican drink, rum punch. Two of those for the road and Poncho and I were the life of the bus.

The hotel is right on the ocean and the water is green and blue – which was what Poncho wanted. After having a nice dinner, we found ourselves feeling old and not so wanting to party – we would go to sleep that night, have a great refreshing sleep and then wake up the next day and party that night, there was always tomorrow.

The next morning, we woke up and had a massage at the spa. Poncho had a deep tissue and was making the most hilarious sounds I have ever heard coming out of her. She later confessed that she had felt beat up but in a good way.

The rest of the day was spent on the beach and in the pools (oh yea, and another nap). We did venture into town to see a bit of local life. This walk of ours, was to say the least, overwhelming. If you have ever travelled to Mexico and had vendors try to get you to come into your shops here, Jamaicans are the next level to that. Yelling at you, following you, doing anything they can do get you to purchase something from them. After a little more than an hour of walking, we had both had quite enough and headed back to the hotel.

That night Poncho and I agreed we had the best sleeps we had had in a while. Another day of adventuring in Jamaica…

Stubs.