We got down with our bags with 15 minutes to spare and got checked out. We begin waiting. After 20 minutes or so, the lady from the front desk wanders out and asks when our ride was due. She takes our info and calls JTL for us. Yes, they know we are there and the driver will be there shortly. Our flight is not for another 5 or so hours, so I am not worried. Brownies help make the worries go away.


Another 15 minutes and security wanders over and decides we should call again. Now we hear that an earlier stop is not ready so the driver is running behind. He pulls up shortly after and explains we have to go back for the tardy ones. We get to their resort and after 10 more minutes, the late group decides to make alternate arrangements for their trip to the airport, which gets a collective grumble from everyone already on board. I absolutely get not wanting to leave, but if you aren't getting on the bus, don't make the bus wait.

Our driver was clearly fussed at having his well organized day get behind so early and he took off like we were running from the law. This was not a ride for the faint of heart. I had a great seat up at the front and thoroughly enjoyed the dogde'em style of driving. We made it to the airport in great time and just ahead of the Saturday rush. There was almost no one in line to check in when we arrived and we couldn't see the end of the line by the time we were done.

Having only had OJ and brownie, we both were ready for some food. With the only obvious choice this side of security being Burger King, we headed in to get ourselves some Whoppers. Now we had observed throughout our visit that there was a certainly pace at which things got done in Jamaica, especially around food preparation. Your food is made to order and that takes time. We weren't the least bit bothered by that, I think it was part of the charm of the place. It sure made for good eats.

How ingrained this was in the culture, we didn't appreciate until we got to the airport. There have to have been 20 people in line at Burger King. Burger King makes and sells hamburgers, mostly. It is fair to assume that at least one or two of the people in line would be having a burger. The perpetual grilling of meat patties is almost a hallmark of the fast food industry. This was not how it was being done at Sangster. I swear, it seemed they weren't even pulling the patties out of the fridge, never mind cooking them, until the order was in and paid for. Long slow process, but it was a very fresh Whopper.