Black River is in the SW corner of Jamaica. 41 years ago I was told
not to venture to the area due to Arawak attacks and "lawless people".
Today it is an area of small, clean fishing villages surrounded by
very large ostentatious homes. The nearby hills are full of fruit,
flowers, small guest houses, and lots of unemployed men who help
themselves to the fruit: ackee, mangoes, bananas, etc., and don't seem
to want to attack or be particularly lawless. The Rastas are allowed
to indulge in their smoking at religious ceremonies and "at Bob
Marley's grave site". There's lots I don't understand about the
Jamaican government.
We took an all day bus tour after a 3 mile Zodiac ride. The Zodiacs
can float with three compartments deflated. I didn't test this. We
stopped at a small restaurant where the tour guide shuffled to Harry
Belefonte music and at a workshop where women make prints on hand
towels and scarfs with leaves. Apparently the skill is being taught by
a 1st grade teacher.
Friday 25 September 2009 - At Sea
I am tuning green. The Prince Albert has the stability of a cork. So
do I. The sea is not bad and wouldn't be noticed on Silver Whisper,
but oh well it will be ok. I did notice that the dining room chairs
are TIED DOWN WITH CHAINS. Otherwise all is well I suppose. We will
arrive at Isle de Provendicia early tomorrow for snorkeling and quiet
walks on the beach. Sounds like a singles' ad. Tough life. More
later....
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