Trip to Jamaica.

Jamaican locals had been pressuring us since the minute we walked off the plane, but we were afraid. The horror stories about Americans in Jamaica usually keep anyone from traveling to a remote location in the heart of this foreign land. The rewards were gratifying though, a first hand look at marijuana in its growth state, and not just one or two plants, fields of it. I smoke pot, not nearly to the extent of …

…mountain, admiring the site we probably would never see again. We did not want to drive home at night, not because of fear, we simply wanted to see the other side of the road. We said our goodbyes to the family, loaded into the van and were off. The voyage still comes up first when I tell anyone about my trip there; and will probably remain the only thing remember from years of spring breaks.