ya man

the best part about the trip - going with so many people and having so much fun with them. i've never suspected seven totally different folks could get along so well, everyone surely compromised some of their wants, but it turned out to the best.
the best part about jamaica - the forest at the bank of the rio grande, plus, of course, the bus rides, taking a chicago bus seems like a such a luxury now, no familiar squeezing, no elbowing your way thru the bus, no palms outside the window neither
i liked jamaica a lot, i liked the people, sometimes friendly, sometimes hostile and tired of tourists, oh, one thing, no matter how much smiling was done, i never quite escaped the feeling that they eventually would make things happen the way they want, it was us, intruders, who adapted to their rules, to their easygoingness, to their style of haggling, to their attitude in general, also to some calling us whities, we were just visiting, and i suppose we did our job well, smiling, taking pictures, getting ripped off, getting friendly with the locals and secretly taking the mickey out of a jamaican gigolo courting middle-age and -size americans.
dunno, seems like we should get straight a's for the trip, so should everyone we met on our way
ps. especially our guide in the forest, who, incredible as it sounds, did get lost and was cutting his way thru the bushes with a pocket-knife, good on ya, mate!