I was thinking gees I have not had a good sub in Jamaica since 1989, any one remember Shakey,s?
I was thinking gees I have not had a good sub in Jamaica since 1989, any one remember Shakey,s?
Trip #59 most of February
Honestly, the first thought in my head was Subway...as messed up as that is! lol
Great story! Though sorry it laid into you, that musta been nor helluva sandwich!
Awaiting our return to Negril, 07/01/12
LOL!“I began to feel like a kid at a carnival side-show, when it dawns on him that the ballyhooed five legged pony is probably just a well endowed Shetland rather than a true freak of nature. “
Sorry to hear that scary sub sandwich experience! I can't even step off the hotel balcony after eating a big sub. Crawling through a dark cave would totally freak me out.
You've just inspired me to share my own sub experience. It involved albino bats on our 5th night in Negril...
P.S. Like everyone else, I also was initially confused... sprinking tobacco into the Cold cuts?? haha
Carpe Diem
No tabacky in the wacky tobaccy! The cold cuts on the beach are not nearly as nice as the cold cuts up in Orange Hill.Originally Posted by Clarity
My Boardie Down story
Halloween 2004 at LTU. All the usual suspects were there. I struck up a conversation at the bar. My new friend told me that he brought his cold cuts into the country from the US.. He also stated that he was on the cover of Cold Cutts Times more than once. He also spends Thanksgiving week in Amsterdam each year. I didn't get the hints.
He was a generous fellow, sharing his cold cuts will other patrons at the bar. I was able to drive to TPen.
Then Boardie Down.
A glass of sugar wata brings you back quickly.
However, this sudden drop in glucose levels cannot be good.
Everyone please take care!!!!
In cases of acid rescue sugar water or sweet syrup.
OK for real emergencies or greenhorns otherwise . . .
IMO if you catch a wave THAT good - ride it
Day 6 cont . . .
We got back into Alfred's van and headed for Sav. I don't know if Alfred figured out I was a history buff or if what happened in Sav was just good fortune. More on that in a bit. On the road Alfred was telling us that his father always ate ackee raw. At some point he stopped the van and picked an ackee blossom, giving it to Mrs. Peel to try raw.
I had some too. I found it to taste a little milky and a little nutty.
In Sav Alfred took us to a harbor like set of old buildings hidden behind this wall.
The harbor was one of the most photogenic locations I'd seen on the trip.
The harbor had an unsavory history that clouded its beauty. I think you can see that reflected in Mrs. Peel's face.
errata
If you occasionally want something better than beach schwag but don't have a good connection you may want to try this trick when you feel the need to "turn I loose". After a good meal ask your host for something better than average and have him add it to your meal bill. I did this a number of times with excellent results. Let me post a caveat to accompany this idea: you might want to wait until you're back at your digs.
I'll explain.
One night (I've purposely taken this out of time context to protect the innocent) I placed this order and indulged before we moved on. Mrs. Peel had to step in when the bill came because I didn't think the bill was high enough. I sure was. I checked the record with Mrs. Peel to make sure alcohol wasn't a factor in the next part of the story, she said we'd had two beers with our meal. The reason I asked is because we were walking home on the west end road and absolutely the only way I could maintain a modest sense of equilibrium was by stiff arming the wall of Samsara and La Kaisers. I'd weave hard to the right, then stiff arm the wall to get back to an upright position. I was for all intents and purposes kneewalking buzzed. That spliff laid me lower than any herb I've ever tried before in a rather jaded lifetime.
That was a wave.
Be advised and enjoy!
Are we going to hear about this unsavory history?
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