Flying into Jamaica, my map indicates the two main airports. In the southern part of the island, Norman Manley International is located in Kingston, the capital of Jamaica. Sangster International is in Montego Bay to the north. Sangster is also home to the IAM Private Jet Centre, just in case any of you jet-setters care to zip on over in your Gulfstream for the weekend.
Now Jamaica is a fairly large island in the West Indies, tucked just below Cuba and to the left of Haiti and the Dominican Republic. For the sake of the blog, let's pretend that we're landing at Montego Bay, which is the airport closest to the resort. But there is just so much to see and do in Jamaica, I suggest that we take a leisurely tour around the island first. Don't worry, there will be lots of opportunities to relax and enjoy ourselves and who knows, maybe even take a side trip or two.
Heading southwest from the airport, our first stop is bound to be truly refreshing, although some might feel a distinct pang of white-knuckled fear. We’re going to experience, first hand, the thrills and chills of cliff diving. It’s time to don your swimsuit. Perhaps not as dramatic as the famous cliff diving area of Acapulco, the rocky cliffs of Negril still offer an opportunity to shout "banzai", or maybe just let out a blood-curdling scream of fear, as we hurl ourselves with abandon into the swirling turquoise waters below. Personally, this is where I draw the line. Where’s my stunt double?
Ok, I don't know about you, but after that riveting experience, I’m thirsty. Let's head up the Black River. It’s time for a little side trip. My plan is to kick back for a while and enjoy a sip or two of that world-famous Jamaican rum. Ahhh, the historic Appleton Estate...now we’re talking. Rum has been made here since 1749, and these folks definitely have the recipe for turning sugar into a little taste of heaven. We can take a tour of the distillery, view the shimmering fields of sugar cane waving gently in the soft breeze, and then sample the wares. Smooth.
Now as much as I could linger here a while, we’d best get back to our vicarious tour. Heading southeast we travel through a few of Jamaica’s 14 parishes. The very British sounding Saint Elizabeth, Manchester, Clarendon, Saint Catherine and Saint Andrew hint at a time in Jamaica’s history as a former British colony. North of Alligator Pond (love that name) is Mandeville Golf Club which is the oldest golf course in the Caribbean.
Heading past May Pen and Spanish Town, once the capital, we arrive in Kingston, the current capital. With the rugged Blue Mountains as a backdrop, this is Jamaica’s cosmopolitan center of government and commerce and home to many reggae stars as well. Protecting the natural harbor, a long strip of land known as the Palisadoes connects the Norman Manley International Airport with Kingston.
Getting hungry? Me, too. As we round the southeastern tip of Jamaica and head up the coast, we come to Boston Bay at Port Antonio, home of Jamaica’s world renowned Boston Jerk. The enticing aromas of spices, herbs, chilies and grilling meats are calling my name. Let’s eat.
Now it’s time for another little side trip. Besides, all that jerk has made me thirsty again. This time we’re heading inland, up into the beautiful, and aptly named, Blue Mountains that run through the the southeastern part of the island. Right about now, I’m craving a steaming cup of java, and the island’s famous Blue Mountain coffee is just around the next bend. Yes, caffeine rules.
Traveling back to the coast we turn westward. All you movie buffs, listen up. Just past Port Maria lies Oracabessa, home to Golden Eye, and the birthplace of Mr. Suave himself, Bond...James Bond.
The time for some wet and wild fun has arrived, and I am so ready to get out and stretch my legs. Put your swimsuit on again, as we’re off to Dunn’s River Falls, just west of Ocho Rios, where thousands of waterfalls cascade over terraced rock formations. Gushing down from the mountains, the water tumbles and splashes through this series of rocky plateaus, forming quiet pools before reaching the next tier of boulders on its journey to the sea. On with our water shoes and off we go as we climb ever higher through the maze of waterfalls, lush ferns and tropical forest. Exhilarating.
Inland from Dunn’s River lies a tiny town named Nine Mile. This rural mountain village is famous as the birthplace of reggae king Bob Marley. It’s a long and winding road to get to this destination, so I think we'll save it for a later journey. My favorite tidbit about this hamlet is that it was named Nine Mile because it is located approximately one mile from another town named Eight Mile.
Well, we are nearing our final destination, but I’ve got one more special treat planned for you. And I promise, it’s definitely worth the trip. Traveling westward along the gorgeous coastline we now head inland following the Martha Brae River. Hey Man, it’s time to chill. Take a seat next to me as we journey down the peaceful Martha Brae on our own personal bamboo raft. Our guide uses a pole to steer the craft as we lazily drift along. Lining the banks of the river are palm trees, fruit trees and flowers. Birds glide above us. There must be a million colors of green here. So placid. So serene. Look, there’s a Doctor Bird, the hummingbird that is Jamaica’s national bird.
As we near Montego Bay, the last leg of our coastal tour takes us past renowned golf courses including White Witch and Cinnamon Hill. Rose Hall, the supposedly haunted historic Great House with an infamous past deserves a visit as well, but we’ll save that for another time. We’ve arrived at Half Moon Resort, an idyllic retreat where we can soak up all the beauty and luxury that Jamaica has to offer. Personally, I’m ready to hit the beach and lounge in the shade of a nearby palm tree. Time for some serious relaxation with a good book and maybe another taste of Jamaica’s finest rum.
It has been a pleasure having you along for the journey as we have sipped and dined and splashed and reggae-d our way around Jamaica. Come with me next time as we travel the world through my pictorial maps. Until then, I’ll leave you with a recipe for a delicious rum martini, the perfect beachside cocktail:
JAMAICAN RUM MARTINI
Ingredients:
2.5 ounces Jamaican Rum
0.5 ounces Dry Vermouth
Directions:
Fill a shaker half full with ice cubes. Pour rum and vermouth into shaker and shake well. Strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with either a twist of lemon or an almond-stuffed olive. Enjoy!
Heading southwest from the airport, our first stop is bound to be truly refreshing, although some might feel a distinct pang of white-knuckled fear. We’re going to experience, first hand, the thrills and chills of cliff diving. It’s time to don your swimsuit. Perhaps not as dramatic as the famous cliff diving area of Acapulco, the rocky cliffs of Negril still offer an opportunity to shout "banzai", or maybe just let out a blood-curdling scream of fear, as we hurl ourselves with abandon into the swirling turquoise waters below. Personally, this is where I draw the line. Where’s my stunt double?
Ok, I don't know about you, but after that riveting experience, I’m thirsty. Let's head up the Black River. It’s time for a little side trip. My plan is to kick back for a while and enjoy a sip or two of that world-famous Jamaican rum. Ahhh, the historic Appleton Estate...now we’re talking. Rum has been made here since 1749, and these folks definitely have the recipe for turning sugar into a little taste of heaven. We can take a tour of the distillery, view the shimmering fields of sugar cane waving gently in the soft breeze, and then sample the wares. Smooth.
Now as much as I could linger here a while, we’d best get back to our vicarious tour. Heading southeast we travel through a few of Jamaica’s 14 parishes. The very British sounding Saint Elizabeth, Manchester, Clarendon, Saint Catherine and Saint Andrew hint at a time in Jamaica’s history as a former British colony. North of Alligator Pond (love that name) is Mandeville Golf Club which is the oldest golf course in the Caribbean.
Heading past May Pen and Spanish Town, once the capital, we arrive in Kingston, the current capital. With the rugged Blue Mountains as a backdrop, this is Jamaica’s cosmopolitan center of government and commerce and home to many reggae stars as well. Protecting the natural harbor, a long strip of land known as the Palisadoes connects the Norman Manley International Airport with Kingston.
Getting hungry? Me, too. As we round the southeastern tip of Jamaica and head up the coast, we come to Boston Bay at Port Antonio, home of Jamaica’s world renowned Boston Jerk. The enticing aromas of spices, herbs, chilies and grilling meats are calling my name. Let’s eat.
Now it’s time for another little side trip. Besides, all that jerk has made me thirsty again. This time we’re heading inland, up into the beautiful, and aptly named, Blue Mountains that run through the the southeastern part of the island. Right about now, I’m craving a steaming cup of java, and the island’s famous Blue Mountain coffee is just around the next bend. Yes, caffeine rules.
Traveling back to the coast we turn westward. All you movie buffs, listen up. Just past Port Maria lies Oracabessa, home to Golden Eye, and the birthplace of Mr. Suave himself, Bond...James Bond.
The time for some wet and wild fun has arrived, and I am so ready to get out and stretch my legs. Put your swimsuit on again, as we’re off to Dunn’s River Falls, just west of Ocho Rios, where thousands of waterfalls cascade over terraced rock formations. Gushing down from the mountains, the water tumbles and splashes through this series of rocky plateaus, forming quiet pools before reaching the next tier of boulders on its journey to the sea. On with our water shoes and off we go as we climb ever higher through the maze of waterfalls, lush ferns and tropical forest. Exhilarating.
Inland from Dunn’s River lies a tiny town named Nine Mile. This rural mountain village is famous as the birthplace of reggae king Bob Marley. It’s a long and winding road to get to this destination, so I think we'll save it for a later journey. My favorite tidbit about this hamlet is that it was named Nine Mile because it is located approximately one mile from another town named Eight Mile.
Well, we are nearing our final destination, but I’ve got one more special treat planned for you. And I promise, it’s definitely worth the trip. Traveling westward along the gorgeous coastline we now head inland following the Martha Brae River. Hey Man, it’s time to chill. Take a seat next to me as we journey down the peaceful Martha Brae on our own personal bamboo raft. Our guide uses a pole to steer the craft as we lazily drift along. Lining the banks of the river are palm trees, fruit trees and flowers. Birds glide above us. There must be a million colors of green here. So placid. So serene. Look, there’s a Doctor Bird, the hummingbird that is Jamaica’s national bird.
As we near Montego Bay, the last leg of our coastal tour takes us past renowned golf courses including White Witch and Cinnamon Hill. Rose Hall, the supposedly haunted historic Great House with an infamous past deserves a visit as well, but we’ll save that for another time. We’ve arrived at Half Moon Resort, an idyllic retreat where we can soak up all the beauty and luxury that Jamaica has to offer. Personally, I’m ready to hit the beach and lounge in the shade of a nearby palm tree. Time for some serious relaxation with a good book and maybe another taste of Jamaica’s finest rum.
It has been a pleasure having you along for the journey as we have sipped and dined and splashed and reggae-d our way around Jamaica. Come with me next time as we travel the world through my pictorial maps. Until then, I’ll leave you with a recipe for a delicious rum martini, the perfect beachside cocktail:
JAMAICAN RUM MARTINI
Ingredients:
2.5 ounces Jamaican Rum
0.5 ounces Dry Vermouth
Directions:
Fill a shaker half full with ice cubes. Pour rum and vermouth into shaker and shake well. Strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with either a twist of lemon or an almond-stuffed olive. Enjoy!
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