The Jamaica Diaries.

Wah Gwaan: DAY 3:

I LOVE the Jamaican people, they're so kind, friendly, and beautiful, not like my Babushka, who always complain about all the dirty Jamaicans in Toronto. I think I must be Jamaican on the inside. My routine's now suntan oil in the daytime and bugspray at dusk and I'm awake to see the sun rise( good morning, Jamaica!) and I watch it set at dusk (early here, at just 18:15) on the beach. It's my fave thing to do and my Happy Place. I wish I could die right here, on the beach, watching the sun set.

George the Rastaman also shaved off his dreads and at first I didn't even roecognize him when he approached me he looked so different( and much younger; he's 42) and as we were sitting together on the beach a resort employee came over and asked if I was ok and I said I was fine; we were just talking and I appreciated his concern but I hope it wasn't because he saw a Black man with a white woman but just because I'm a woman travelling alone. George also even kindly brought me aloe for my bad sunburn that he picked from his own garden.

I almost stepped on a big stingray in the water,too! I saw this shadow moving along the bottom I first thought was just a reflection shadow from the sun or my foggy goggles, holy shit, and then realized what it was, and it was in the shallow water,too, which surprised me......f*ck me, that's what killed the Crocodile Hunter, and it was a big one,too. I'm always the rebel as well and swim beyond the barriers set up as it's too shallow and I like to go where it's nice and deep... I also had a dream I got shot and died and asked God to let me see Buddy one last time and He did, in a vision, and I woke up during the night thinking I heard a dog whimpering and I sat up bolt upright and said Buddy? thinking I was still home in bed but of course no one was there.

Respect. DAY 4:

Now I have this system where I don't starve so much in-between meals  anymore: I smuggle something such as a banana bread, a Festival, or some Froot Loops or something into a napkin and then sneak it off to my room and save it later(sort of like a squirrel would store his nuts for winter) and eat for a snack when I get hungry. Today I also went to visit Bob Marley! Well, the house he was born in and lived in for 13 years and then the mausoleum where he is buried. I touched his burial place, thanked him, and pressed my iPod containing his wonderful music up to it but just my "luck" the battery died so I just got one photo, seen below, but they didn't allow photos of the chapel anyway and I guess some moments in life are just too poignant, sacred,deep,and surreal you just live in the moment and keep it in memories.

They sold weed for the tour too and I bought a Big Fatty (which everyone lit up and smoked during the tour) and a big brownie and we had Jerk chicken for lunch.It was a 3HR drive each way and now my back is killing me and I'mm probably end up paralyzed and get blood clots in my legs but I did it for Bob and if I didn't I know I'd regret it for the rest of my life, like that time I went to Venice but didn't go on a gondola ride because I was just too tired and rushed and didn't have the time.

I also saw a mango tree and my burn's sooooo bad now I can't wear my bra or lay on my back and I had trouble sleeping and I couldn't watch the sun set today as it was raining in the evening and power went off for a few seconds,too. We drove 3000 feet up into the mountains which took 1 HR itself on these narrow winding precarious roads, like the ones on the Amalfi Coast, like the one Princess Grace was driving on when she was killed in the car accident, and they're crazy drivers here(and drive on the other side of the road too like in the UK) like they are in Paris and Rome, and I feel like I've always belonged here and I hope it's where I die and stay. It feels like this is my real home.