So we leave Port Royal for the journey back to New Kingston and we aren't on the highway for long when we round a bend and......SMILE, YOU ARE ON RADAR!!!! The perfectly dressed Constable motions us to the side of the road.....Rob tried to explain that we thought it was an 80kph zone...to no avail. The Constable politely took Rob's license and the car papers and went to one of the two brand new patrol cars parked on the side. Then, POOF...another speeder gets pulled over. What's odd about this picture? That speeder was whiter than we were! What are the odds that the only two speeders on this busy highway were white? Well....just as we were discussing this amongst ourselves, the Constable comes back with the documents and a citation. Before he got to the window, a motorcycle with open pipes comes SCREAMING past us....had to be going 140kph EASY! The Constable not only didn't send any of the other Constables in the shade to give chase, he didn't even blink an eye!!! Fook MOI! Still don't know if the stops had anything to do with race, but it was an odd set of facts....especially since nobody gave a darn about the motorcyclist....
Anyway....I forgot to mention something really cool about being at the Fort in Port Royal. Remember I mentioned that there were a lot of schoolchildren there? Well...as we were walking the Fort I felt a touch on my elbow....I turned to see who/what it was..it was a schoolgirl about 14 years old. She asked me my name and she told me hers. We walked together for a bit...her friends in tow and giggling...finally I wished her a good and happy day and she did likewise and rejoined her friends. Later I learned that she may have never touched a white person and her friends probably dared her to do so! She was a sweet kid anyway and it kinda made my day!
Anyhow....back to the car, the map, rush hour, and downtown Kingston......
So, again the map is indecipherable and all we know is that we need to make a left to head to New Kingston up the hill....we are heading into a very old, very unmaintained part of Kingston. The buildings look like they haven't been painted in 50 years...the streets are packed....Rob let's out an "uh oh"...I say "right, go right"(at this point you are beginning to see the value of me keeping my mouth shut?) and we do. We are heading in the right direction, but are way to fookin far past the safety zone...we need to be about 12 streets to our right....but....we are stuck...stuck in bumper to bumper traffic.....Tivoli Gardens, we think. The streets were THRONGING with people who disregarded every rule of safety and were just weaving in and out of the traffic, bringing it to a standstill. The faces on the people showed high stress and anxiety levels. After at least 1/2 hour...we made it to some dang road Rob and Lisa recognized and we began to make our way through the traffic to Devon House for some libations and perhaps a meal. Well, Devon House is way cool, the outside bar is nice, the beers well cold...but the restaurant Rob wanted to go to was no more! MEGA BUMMER. So we toured the grounds...very nice shops with very nice prices...and a Devon House Ice Cream store where a throng of school kids were buying their ice cream. They were all so polite and pleasant!
So, we had been sweating in the heat and tepid AC of the SUV all fookin day. It was time for some AC. So, where could we go?
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