Ooh, yeah! All right!
We're jammin':
I wanna jam it wid you.
We're jammin', jammin',
And I hope you like jammin', too.
Ain't no rules, ain't no vow, we can do it anyhow:
I'n'I will see you through,
'Cos everyday we pay the price with a little sacrifice,
Jammin' till the jam is through.
Ahhhhhhhhhhh here I am down at Half Moon Bay in Jamaica. I knew I was in the right place as I laid still on the beach chair staring up at the clear blue sky, and only hearing the wind blown palm trees making sounds. Darko did it again by renting an entire villa for the rest of the week. This thing reminds me of a Hamptons home but in a Jamaican way. We have a private maid, a butler and a cook 24/7. This is kinda ridiculous. And they also will do your laundry every day. I am truly jammin' in Jamaica.
The airport in Montego Bay was much nicer than Rio and better than expected -- relatively clean. I've been all over the Caribbean and they got it right here. Soon as stepped into the arrival lobby, there was the very nice Half Moon Bay office and they were ready with hand towels and cold bottled drinks before we were escorted to the Half Moon Bay compound. I say compound because it's 400 acres of self contained amenities. We travel by golf carts from one place to another: commissary, beaches, restaurants, shopping, etc. It's a little municipality. However, it doesn't really give me the full Jamaican cultural experience except for the meals cooked by our local chef. This place makes you want to not think and smoke a joint. They told us that the butler also acts as a concierge so he should be able to make reservations and provide for you in almost any way. Can he get us some good weed? Ha!
So we relaxed by the pool and ran along the beach. There's more peeps coming tomorrow so things should liven up more. The next 3 days are on the golf course. Who will be the 3 day champ or chump?
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