Glorious sunny day, so we had an alfresco coffee with a delicious blueberry tart, walked down Lincoln Street, and then onto Ocean Drive for a long walk and look at the beautiful art deco hotels. Took loads of pictures, these are just a sample.
Then back for lunch by the beach at a little cafe called the purple penguin. Underneath the Penguin Hotel of course.
Stu had an omelette from the breakfast menu, washed down with beer of course. Got a cab back to the airport and just had a couple of hours looking at the shops and sitting in the lounge before our short flight to Montego Bay. Glad the flight was short, as it was very, very bumpy. I don't like bumpy! Picked up at airport and driven by a slightly mad Jamaican to the resort, took about an hour.
Arrived to some cold towels, and two chilled glasses of champagne. Our villa is on the top of a hill in a wonderful tropical garden, a jitney ride away from the main house. Jitneys are the little buggys which whizz around the resort ferrying you from place to place. Found a towel swan when we arrived. Like you do.
We found a grill by the pool serving food through the night, so had something to eat and a couple of drinks in the bar before the ride back to the villa, where we found the fridge very well stocked with rum, brandy, gin, vodka, beer, champagne, wine......
A great nights sleep, and we spent the next morning in our pool
Then we went to the beach side of the sport, and had lunch of jerk chicken, rice and peas and rum punch whilst listening to reggae. How Jamaican is that!
Some sunbathing, more rum punch, then we swam up to the swim up bar where I drank rather too much champagne, and Stuart was on the white Russians. Nothing that a little nap didn't sort out before dinner in the grill.
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