Showing posts with label Red Stripe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Red Stripe. Show all posts

Monday, 28 March 2011

Everyone's smiling

After only a few hours in Jamaica it's obvious why all the locals are constantly laughing, playing pranks on each other and smiling from ear to ear.
It's beautiful, blazing sunshine at 9am and a infectious chilled out, laid back vibe.


Our private beach
On our first dip in the sea we meet Skinny Man. A local who rides around the waves on a surfboard, with paddles, selling stuff to tourists. By 'stuff' I don't mean the usual tourist souvenirs sunglasses, hats, CDs - more like weed, hash, cocaine etc.
He sells carved wooden souvenirs too, in a bid to fool the middle aged, conservative Americans.
We've already spotted a number of guests reading the bible on the beach or other religious books such as "God will teach you to forgive."
Despite the naughtiness of Skinny's 'souvenirs' he's cool, and full of banter. He supports Man U and spends 8 hours every day in the sea. He has no front teeth. He also tells blatant lies, we worked this out quickly. But he's good comedy value.


Skinny Man doing his thing
We spent the whole day sunbathing, swimming and snorkeling. Our second butler Ellis (forgot to mention we have two butlers now, I know, I know! Ellis and H-bomb do 1\2 day shifts each) dropped off a cool box of beers to us on our sun loungers, around noon. He later brought cocktails and snacks too. It's safe to say I love this place. 
Us relaxing on a swing with Dirty Banana cocktails and Red Stripe
It still feels really weird having someone do everything for us. However, Ellis and H-Bomb are both really (genuinely) happy and keep telling us how much they love their job - so we try and stop being so typically English and polite.

Our second butler Ellis, the super smiley dude...
There's an American couple next to us on the beach who are ordering the world off their butler. I'm surprised they're not using him as a footstool.
There's and abundance of Americans at the resort. They're loud, brash, self involved and pretty intolerable. Their whiny, elongated twang is as annoying as the peacock who's woken us up both mornings so far at 5.30am with his mating call and general racket.

one of the many peacocks at the resort

Sunday, 20 March 2011

Allow me to be smug, just for a while

This time next week I'll be boarding a plane to Jamaica, in possession of a good book, my ever faithful eye mask, some sweets and my Ipod.
Oh and my partner in crime /fellow free-spirited one (boyfriend Jimmy).

This is where we'll be hanging out
I've spent the last few hours getting giddy with excitment about what lies ahead.
We're staying in Montego Bay and already can't wait to get on the beach, sample traditional rum, down some Red Stripe, dance to Reggae, eat curried goat/ jerk chicken, have a laugh with the local Rastafarians etc.
Heaven on earth... or as the locals say 'no problem mon'.



Our nearest beach bar

Rum cocktails

Enough said.