This is my second visit to Jamaica. I was last here fifty years ago. Admittedly, my last visit was limited to less than a couple of days in Kingston.
I remember little from that visit, although I clearly recall being given a stick of chewing gum (Wrigley’s Juicy Fruit) by a beautiful young lady who was standing in a doorway. Many years later, on remembering the occasion with an adult mind, I realised she was prostitute.
Anyway, while we’ll be visiting Kingston, our temporary home is a beach resort.
A beach resort with poor Wi-Fi. Which is probably why we were unsuccessful in this morning’s Glastonbury ticket sale.
Anyway, this is our house for a little while.