It’s Jamaica, mon … where you go to really get away
I’d been to Jamaica a few decades ago, when we could barely afford the airfare. We did what most tourists do: stayed at all-inclusives in Ocho Rios, Montego Bay and Negril. At Rick’s Café we drank too much rum and watched the sunset as maniacs dived off the cliffs.
This time I wanted to go the road less travelled but I also wanted to revisit Negril and Mo-Bay and experience the laid-back island life. I was also armed with binoculars and a new zoom lens: a passion for flora and fauna had usurped — but not replaced — rum and reggae.