How I got to Jamaica

[captaind]

I'm checked into a very nice hotel hotel and have several meetings with men who were upper management at Wray and Nephew as well as Grace Kennedy. One of whom just recently passed away.

Fast forward a month or so........ I have a flat in Beverley Hills (Kingston) and I'm first mate on a 7,000 GT island freighter with the assurance that I would soon have of my own ship. Shipping dry goods all around the Caribbean.

Cap

[Kuda]

Keep the story going please?

[captaind]

So now it’s totally dark and the VW lights (6 volt) are not the best. At that time there was little to no electric
service in the West of Jamaica,

We’re going down the road and then we turn off onto what to me looks like a donkey trail. “hey Nicky, where the hell are we?“

Nicky - “ Everything irie. We soon reach where we sleep tonight” Down this winding trail and we come to a cross road. It’s pitch black but I see a house with some kerosene lamps burning. I’m kinda nervous.

Little did I know that I was about to meet lifelong friends and arrive at my future home district.

Cap

[captaind]

So we're driving past places like "hey boss over there is Frome" and a little later it's Sav-la-Mar" whatever that means!

It's getting dark and I start asking like a pickny "are we there yet?"

Nicky say "we soon there mahn"

Cap