Clarity, Markus and Jamar in Negril – Nov 2011 Trip Report: Day 1-3

[Hubby-man]

It was a long Journey but finally we sank out of the clouds and familiar shapes came into view. I don't remember how many times I have flown into Frankfurt, Tampa, Miami or Newark. But I have never fallen in love with or felt so much excitement at the sight of an aerial landscape.



The lush majestic mountains rose from the blue-green ocean, like a mythical coral Shangri La. The clouds gently covered the inside of the Island, veiling it like a bride on her wedding day. “Here we come! We are back! I told you it wouldn't be long!”



Jamar was smiling. His eyes looked a little bewildered and groggy, but with some energy left to express great anticipation.



Customs - a breeze, you know it. And we soon had our luggage in hand and dived through the glass doors into the thickness of the hot air, all the while scanning the crowds of omnipresent drivers for our man, “Chicken”.

Daisy spotted a large mass of a man and pointed towards him. He held up a small sign that read “Chicken's Magic Bus” and was scanning the crowd. When he saw her running towards him, he smiled widely. She flung her arms wide open as if to greet an old friend and yelled “Chicken, Chicken!” The figure became alive and slowly moved towards her to respond to the gesture. They hugged while Jamar and I stood in line to give a greeting.

Jamar almost tripped himself in excitement for his first interaction, but had to postpone as Chicken explained, he was going to get the car.

While we stood at the curb waiting, familiar smells of allspice, turmeric and burning fires filled my nostrils. Incessant honking was all around us and we jumped every few seconds convinced that we must be the reason for the noise. We were immediately enveloped in insane chaos, noises and sensations.

I remembered my first time and imagined how confused Jamar must feel, while I, for some odd reason, felt like I had just come home.

To be continued...