It's not easy getting to Jamaica from Ballarat. Getting thrown around in the shuttle bus seemed like luxury after Melbourne to Bangkok (9 hours) Bangkok to London (12 hours) overnight in the smoke then London to Cologne (not far) then overnight in Cologne. As the plane was a bit sick we were delayed because the substitute plane was also not well so 12 hours hanging around Cologne airport meant we finally got onto a Montego Bay bound plane (10 hours) and landed at 5 in the morning but we were met by the most charming man, though we didn't feel very charming after one of the slowest customs check I have ever experienced, except the Greek/Turkish border perhaps. It was stinking hot too in the standing around for two hours waiting for the one customs man to extract a digit.
Still it was nice to get to the guest house and get some sleep though we sort of caught them of guard as they were renovating or rebuilding the place. Still you would expect a proper door to the bathroom and bog paper.I never travel without.
The best bird was a Jamaican Owl that came and sat on the balcony, unfortunately when I moved to get the camera it flew off never to be seen again. Time for a shower except no water as Hol said it is a developing country. We picked up the hire car at the airport, an adventure in itself and had our first decent meal at a beach cafe
Then after waving goodbye to our first hosts we were off to Paradise Huts. These were like a youth hostel designed by a deranged artist on speed. I bloody know it's a developing country but surely they can get a smooth path to places like your room and the bar. And sharing a shower with two apparently deaf kids from the land of the pom with a thing for reggae, though to be fair I rarely saw them but they smoked enough dope for the entire camp.
Birding took off on a trip down the Rio Grande, lots of herons and pigeons and even a few photos. You catch a taxi to the top and he picks you up at the bottom and back to the weird African themed YHA.
Still it was nice to get to the guest house and get some sleep though we sort of caught them of guard as they were renovating or rebuilding the place. Still you would expect a proper door to the bathroom and bog paper.I never travel without.
The best bird was a Jamaican Owl that came and sat on the balcony, unfortunately when I moved to get the camera it flew off never to be seen again. Time for a shower except no water as Hol said it is a developing country. We picked up the hire car at the airport, an adventure in itself and had our first decent meal at a beach cafe
Then after waving goodbye to our first hosts we were off to Paradise Huts. These were like a youth hostel designed by a deranged artist on speed. I bloody know it's a developing country but surely they can get a smooth path to places like your room and the bar. And sharing a shower with two apparently deaf kids from the land of the pom with a thing for reggae, though to be fair I rarely saw them but they smoked enough dope for the entire camp.
Birding took off on a trip down the Rio Grande, lots of herons and pigeons and even a few photos. You catch a taxi to the top and he picks you up at the bottom and back to the weird African themed YHA.