I’m in Jamaica now at the bus’s rest stop. The flights were okay, except for sitting next to a rather large woman for one leg. I met two friends in Toronto, but they are staying at a different place tonight. So the bus ride to the resort is bereft of people I know. Hopefully I’ll find familiar faces at the actual place.
Since this is a new resort for me, in a different part of Jamaica, the bus ride at least has new scenery. But right now I’m hungry. And the driver tried to sell me some weed.
But now we’re moving again. More later.