Rob...your post brings me flashbacks. Our first trip in 1983 wasn't that long after the troubles of the 1980 election. I remember the newspaper photos of Manley in his Che Guevera outfit and Seaga in his Ronald Reagan wannabe suits. Most people were talking through their differences by then. The crack onslaught was the worst thing I have ever seen there over all the years and countless trips to Negril. So many glassy-eyed zombie figures shuffling around in the shadows, it was a little spooky. Then on subsequent trips that seemed to fade away with the realization crack was a death wish. Jamaica always seems to follow a self-correcting course and none of that stuff ever stopped us from going back again and again. We were, however, about to book when Gilbert developed and our trip was delayed for nearly a year.