While in the middle of my pregnancy last year, my husband and I went on a “baby-moon.” However, when we booked our trip to Negril, Jamaica, we didn’t yet know of our little peanut. So, I couldn’t experience everything that everyone else got to do: drinking, long bus rides (due to my horrible nausea), and certain foods were off the table for me. However, my pregnancy didn’t detour me from the beach.
Every morning, we viewed the white sand meeting the turquoise water from our seats while eating breakfast. Each morning meal had a side of local fresh fruit – I loved the papaya! You could occasionally view the little sand crabs sneakily scurrying in and out of the ground sideways along the beach. After breakfast, you put layers of sunscreen on, due to the humidity melting it off or the Sea washing it off. The amazingly rich color of the water cannot be found anywhere else but the Caribbean. The Sea sparkled as the sailboats and glass-bottom boats line the shore.
Unfortunately, the low life peddlers wait along the shore to irritate the crap out of you. They are the most persistent and rude people I have ever been around – they all say “respect mon,” but these Jamaican sells-men haven’t a clue what “respect” means. These people will grab you as you walk by, tell you that they are super poor and need money for their children while pulling out a cellphone to show you a picture of their child (not very bright), and will follow you down the beach. Not to mention the majority of them assuming you’re in the market for “ganja.”
It’s very sad that these people litter Jamaica, leaving visitors not wanting to come back, hurting Jamaica’s tourism. However, if you edit these peddlers out from your memory, then Jamaica becomes a beautiful place again.