so what did you do when you were in jamaica? the question is what didn't we do when we were in jamaica. i came home tired as hell, no, actually my body was tired but my mind hadn't been that rested for a long time.
we didn't sleep a lot, and when we did it was either on a bus (or i should say in the bus) or in a brothel with obvious noises coming from behind the wall
we ate good, you know me, lobster, shrimp, or rather: swimp in jamaican, delicious almond cakes and creme de la creme: patty, looks like a big pierog, delicate and crispy outside, deliciously spicy
inside. did i mention jerk pork? smoked in an old oil barrel, served in alu-foil, for 3 american dollars i got a carefully selected handful of marinated hearts, livers, cheeks and sheer pork fat, and all of this at 10pm at night during a blackout in port antonio, candles and good food, does it get any better?
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