"Hey boss we got to leave at 0500 if we want to get to Negril before dark" Say what? How big is this Island and what's Negril?
"Nice beach place. We're going to stay with my uncle near the beach" Oh OK.
So we start driving out of Kingston and suddenly Jamaica is totally different. I've been living in Beverly Hills for four months and never left the city when I was on land. I went to diner with what I thought were regular Jamaicans not knowing they were rich people. Servants serving diner, meeting Ministers (What's a Minister?) I had a "helper" who cleaned my place, did my laundry etc.
We drive through what I now know is Spanish Town and I suddenly realize "there people are poor! Culture shock sets in pretty quick
Nicky says we're going to stop in Porus for some great fruit. OK. (What the heck is a Porus?) On the we pass someplace called May Pen. Why pen? "They used to keep the slaves there so it called a pen. Lot's of pens in Jamaica boss"
More culture shock
