The Jamaica Diaries.

Ya, 'Mon. DAY 5:

Today my burn's soooooo bad I can hardly even walk and I limp and hobble along wincing in pain and even my lips and ears are all burned and peeling, along with my chest and back, I look like a cross between a red lobster and a snake shedding it's skin and I have a headache,too, I assume is sunstroke but my abdomenal pain's been good; it starts up but I smoke weed 1-2 times a day and it takes care of it. I'm still bleeding a bit too but now it's tapered off to a scant brown and for today I'm staying out of the sun and in the shade to let my burn get a rest.

I can even get our nightly news from back home here too only an HR earlier due tot he time difference and there's a flood warning back home so I wonder if there will even be a house for me to go back home to or if it will have floated off somewhere, and whenever I go to a country shortly after I leave something bad always happens to it too, like a terror attack or some sort of natural disaster, so I wonder what will happen to poor Jamaica after I leave? Sorry Jamaica, I didn't mean it, I'm just a jinx and I seem to curse everywhere I go....

Most of the guests at the resort here are from Ontario, Quebec and USA but there are also a few Germans, Spanish and Italians. I have no e-mail access though so no contact with anyone back home and I just hope Buddy's ok and they aren't being mean to him, they remember to feed him and take him for walks and that he doesn't think I abandoned him! I really miss him and can't wait to see him and if I came back and he was gone it would just destroy me. I also heard 1 Jamaican guy say to another I can't understand white people! as if we have the strong accent which is kind of funny, but I just love the way they talk though, and from my wet bathingsuit I also got a raging yeast infection(like I did in Hawaii too from always being in the water) but I brought meds though, just in case, anticipating it.

Jah bless DAY 6:

Today this guy swore and then realized I was there and he apologized and I just laughed and replied, I don't give a f*ck if you swear! and he laughed too.I'll talk to people if they inititate it or come up to me but for the most part I just keep to myself and I also found out that, like myself, Rastas don't eat salt, so I must be a Rasta inside all along,too, and today I went parasailing like I've done before at home and this time my parachute was even my fave colour too: purple! It was awesome and the closest thing to actually flying and I love the motor boat ride too and it reminded me of the cottage as a kid too being in my uncle and cousin's motor boats. In the evening they also had a live Reggae band and today at the beach I wore a T-shirt over my bathingsuit to cover my badly burned chest and back so it can heal, only exposing my arms and legs to the sun.

No one here ever seems to know the temp. either and whenever I ask all anyone ever says is sunny but I saw on the BBC world news it's 31 C and the people here are so warm, and happy too, and always smiling, singing and in a good mood. I envy them. I also ate my new brownie and normally edibles have no effect on me but this one was so potent and it hit me as I was having dinner and I had to lay my head down on the table and I honestly thought I was going to pass out and slip under the table so I went up to my room and it was so potent it knocked me out for awhile. I hope I die here,too and maybe that's even what I came here to do, my final stop in my journey, like I came "home" to die, to my Happy Place, and never have to go back to that place, that house, that family, that life that makes me so miserably unhappy.