Blue Mountains We landed at Kingstons Norman Manley International Airport long
after dark. The city was celebrating Friday night in its traditional manner;
the Friday Night Jam filled the streets with people glad the
work week was over. The aromas from corner barbecues wafted through the
air; reggae blasted from a radio on another corner. We were in Kingston. But not for long. Our ride was taking us out of the city and up the Blue Mountains to Strawberry
Hill. For the next hour, we wound our way through the city streets
that wed return to in later days, finally making our way out of
the humidity and crowds and into the hills. The air grew cooler as we
climbed, moving slowly back and forth on the switchback road. Finally,
we were there. A pale glow lit the main building and restaurant, around
the property we could see the small cottages outlined in dim light. But
the real sight was from the restaurant itself. From here, we could see
the lights of Kingston in the distance, far below us. The city was still
partying down there, but here all was quiet as most visitors went to bed
early, ready to rise the next morning to a foggy sunrise and a forest
draped in quiet mist. Wed be bird watching the next day. It was time for our Friday Night Jam to end, not to reggae or dancehall music, but to the sound of night frogs and insects in the nearby forest. In the Blue Mountains, you'll find plenty of opportunities for birding, hiking, and just enjoying one of Jamaica's most beautiful regions: Blue Mountains-John Crow National Park One of the best ways to experience the park (which in many areas is so heavily forested you need a machete to hack your way through) is with a guide. Hollywell Recrational Park |
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