There they were…in the middle of the typical chaos of downtown Port Antonio at 2:00 PM under the blazing sun, checking out the red tags. From the front to the back, from the back to the front they smiled and nodded with elated approval as they inspected the tightness of the bolts. Don’t forget to admire the “route coverage” written so neatly on both sides. Such fine penmanship.

It was a proud moment the two brothers were sharing in the street of Port Antonio. Meanwhile, I and the poor passenger in the back seat were literally cooking in the car.

I was about to get their attention, but the lady in the backseat, dripping with sweat, beat me to it.



So we are on our way with the brother and wife following behind. Dropped off the backseat passenger who fussed with him (in patois) about the delay the entire drive to her place. Me I would have put her out. 100J wasn’t worth enduring her scolding.

Then to a tiny road store for a pepsi and red stripe.

Then to Boston Beach….where the red tag ceremony continued. lol