Originally Posted by
jojo p
The mountain area is called the cockpit mountains, I probably spelled that wrong. As you assend up the mountain on the very narrow, curvy , roads, the great sights of beautiful
flower, plants, animals, and absolutely gorgeous view made me forget how high we really were. ( Jitterbug, we thought of you..lol..remembering at one point, you said you had to get off,
Linston showed us that, I don't blame you girl...it actually didn't bother me as much as I thought it would, it was quite fun.
We arrive in town....and Linston introduces us to a very kind gentleman named Marshall. He does guides and such in town, and teaches the deep roots of the Maroons. I learned a lot,
through him , and all the history plaques , and I'm not by any stretch understanding it all, but in short, I learned the maroon people were Africans who escaped from slavery from the
Americas, and formed independent settlements.
The unique experience is very hard to explain, when we visited the schools, the children were all out playing, and they litterlly swarmed us. It was quite something. There fascination
with our complextion and blue eyes was quite eveident. It would be to long to say everything I would like, but it was an experience I will not soon forget.
