Our first ever trip to Negril in 1988, we stayed at Footeprints. In those days as longtimers will remember, things were much quieter. The 'security' at the hotel was one Lincoln Cameron, a rasta of advanced years. We stayed for two weeks and near the end of our holiday, we were sitting on the beach in the evening with Cameron, talking about stuff. We asked if he had ever left Jamaica or been anywhere else. He answered most honestly, ' No mon, everyone who comes here tells me that this place is paradise, why do I want to go anywhere else'.
A true tale, but relevent back in the day. Is it still? For us it is, We don't wish to spoil the illusion. Life's too short!!
