Having spent a week in the hard tropics, swatting shroogs away like mosquito’s…
…dad flew into Mo Bay and his arrival was warmer than the sunshine.
Luke: He strolled out the exit doors in typical Vic form – jeans, white t-shirt, black blazer, sunnies on, his beaming smile and pearly whites catching the sun. Boom – Vic was here.
Jenna: We again stayed at Cedar Ridge Lodge where we were all more than happy. Many hours were spent on the balcony overlooking Mo Bay.
Luke: Jen and I had discussed taking Vic to Kingston but this would entail hopping on and off multiple sardine packed buses. It is hard enough to see Jenna have to go on those mobile coffins as our mode of transport. Vic wouldn’t have had it and didn’t. We ended up spending every day at the beach and couldn’t have enjoyed it more. HOLD ME!!! HA
Jenna: Dad decided and we all agreed on the perfect routine aka THE SYSTEM, it’s a system. Adrian, our taxi man would collect us at noon with pattys in hand, we stopped off at the local market to stock up on beer and headed to Cornwall beach. Here we would sneak in our nibbles and spend the entire afternoon under the Caribbean sun. Adrian would pick us up at 6 and we would head back up to the mountain only to unwind and relax from all the relaxing and do it again the following day.
It’s a system.
Jenna: The week went by all too fast. I was so upset to say ‘see ya soon’ but cherished the memories we had made.
Onwards we must all go. Dad back to Texas and we must find our GG van. We were meant to stay in Jamaica until the end of July, which would mean 10 weeks on this Island. Thankfully dad was not a fan of the idea just as we weren’t and arranged for us to leave the day after he departed.