My Jamaica Trip: Day 5

Day 5 June 11th 2013 Ocho Rios Montego Bay Miami New York

I jumped out of bed spontaneously. How did I not hear the alarm that should’ve went off twice? How did I wake myself up? We only had had two hours of sleep after returning to the hotel drunk, but managed to get ready within 10 minutes to catch the cab to go to Montego Bay Airport.

There were only a handful of cars that we saw on the road before getting to Montego Bay. The sun was slowly creeping up, and Onyxcia was fast asleep in the back of the cab. The serenity was a perfect backdrop to the conversation I had with Jason, our cab driver.

He talked about his life journey: his past job as a bartender, his current life, and most importantly, his family and childhood. Here’s one of the most memorable stories he shared with me: his parents were never there for him, so with some help from his grandparents, he pretty much took care of himself. Apparently, Jason looks exactly like his father, someone he hated, and still doesn’t have positive feelings for to this day. Anyway, Jason woke up in the middle of the night in his room and saw his father looking right at him. Jason got up out of bed and asked him what the hell he was doing there, only to realize he was looking at his own reflection in the mirror. He told me that he tries to avoid mirrors because his reflection looks just like his father, and the similarity between the two is becoming more and more uncanny.

We arrived at the airport and I said bye to Jason, a mid-aged Jamaican cab driver with whom I had a lot in common. Going through security check was a breeze- a stark contrast to the one in Miami Airport, where there were quite a few policemen and police dogs.

When I got home, I realized how much my life had improved. Even though a few extra days in Jamaica would have been nice, I was actually looking forward to work the next day; I recall feeling physically sick the first day of work after a short vacation back when I worked in Barcelona, not to mention that Mondays were just the worst days.

Here are a few pictures I forgot to upload on my previous blog posts:

Onyxcia and me at the resort


Street vendor selling bananas and sugar cane. Onyxcia’s dad was highly amused that I had never seen sugar cane before.

Sugar cane

The vendor chops up and peels the sugarcane so that it’s ready for you to chew on. It was too sweet for me- after two of these sticks, I felt a bit queasy.