It’s been a while since I last blogged. It may be the longest since I started blogging again. I want to say that in my mind I’ve written a thousand blogs but never got a chance to put it on my internet blog. So much to tell you all but so little time.

I’ve been so busy with school that the only time I do remember about writing is on the bus to class. It will improve I promise. I have exams and tests and group assignments this week so I’ll call this entry a filler. i do want to say before i post a video and some pics of my beautiful country that the experience so far has been wonderful.  The opportunities glisten in front of your eyes but right now I’m staying focused on getting my PMP (Project Management Certification) and see what happens after that God willing.

So until next week…


Side Note ; While writing this I heard one of the most forward thinking persons of this generation died. Rest in Peace Steve Jobs till that day!  Your legacy will continue.


Where I want to go for the summer Update

Another wrap up of a previous blog. In the previous (i’ll paste link below) I pointed out that my lady and I had both made lists of places we wanted to go and we even had a contingency list just in case.


Well, it didn’t turn out as expected with more planning happening for after the summer ended than within the summer. We still traveled around but didn’t get to explore what we had our hearts on.  They say quality time is important and that we did have but as always as humans it’s hard to be satisfied, our insatiable appetites always wanting more.

I won’t go through the list of places we did end up but mention food stops on Spur Tree Hill and a lazy day in Treasure Beach.

From the Original List here is where we went noted by a complete beside the location.

Jan’s Picks

  • Mystic Mountain, St. Ann
  • YS Falls, St. Elizabeth *attempted but work complications*
  • Negril, Westmoreland
  • The Steakhouse, Mandeville (completed)   *Jan went to a business meeting here*
  • Truck Stop, Kingston
Ainzlee’s Picks
  • Lover’s Leap, St. Elizabeth (completed) *went but it was closed*
  • JamWest, Westmoreland
  • Dover Raceway, St. Ann  (completed)
  • JDRC Dexterity Competition, St. Elizabeth
  • Font Hill, St. Elizabeth *went to Treasure Beach instead*
  • Lil Ochi, St. Elizabeth (completed)
  • Another Beach – Maybe Montego Bay *went to Aquasol*
  • St. Mary or maybe Mavis Bank (see if we can cross it)
  • Milk River, Clarendon *road too bad*
The average cost of our trips were 3000 JA ($30+CA/US) so it wasn’t bad at all! Until the next summer list…..
Below is a video of the Treasure Beach Trip…. Would love some feedback!

The Jamaican Dream

What is the Jamaican dream you might ask.  What is it that most Jamaicans want from this land of wood and water? For some it is very simple and for others complicated to the nth degree. Some dream of money, cars, fame, girls while others simply want to retire early and live far away from work in all forms.  Yes, it may be all of those and more but for each and every one no matter how close our dreams may be to another Jamaicans we all have different variations.  NO matter where you go people express big dreams from owning their home, driving the biggest car to retiring on a beach with not a care.  These dreams though to be reached have to have a start and different levels to go through to reach that ultimate dream.  You have those who are serious about their dream and work diligently to reach it.  You have the other set that just talk and talk and, well you get the drift and never really do anything to attain what their mind keeps screaming at them to reach towards.

No matter how long you know someone and are even involved in some aspect of making their Jamaican dream come true you still will never know their dream unless they share it in detail.  I’ll share mine later on.

In Jamaica there are many obstacles though (which after spending 35 years on the island minus vacation may cause this statement to be biased) to reaching those goals.  I’m sure you are internally screaming in your head that this is true if you have started your trek toward your dream.  I’ll only point out two.  One is the ever present bad mind aka covetousness aka crab inna barrel mentality which cripples us at every turn as a people. Have you never wondered why we haven’t reached any further as a nation when we are so talented?  Other than some of us being lazy the rest who choose to work will go out of their way to make sure that the people around us never go past a certain level be it financially or socially for fear we’ll be left behind. So instead of encouraging we feed them with negative comments, pointing out why their plans won’t work and they should just be satisfied with the way life is.  I’ll stop there cause this is a never ending subject which can be approached from every angle of society from politicians to fishermen.

The next barrier in our way is connected to covetousness but stands by itself (maybe Siamese twins) is greed.  This is another word that can exhaust all gigabytes of space on my laptop so i’ll try to hit it on the head. When the need for more for yourself and only you becomes priority and the rest of the people around you in your country fade into existence it has gone too far.  If you forget that the company you are stealing from has had you on their payroll for years with lots of benefits but the need to drive a car bigger than your salary overcomes common sense, then we have a problem. And a big problem it is. One more example (cause dis one a bun me) is when you get a sweet govt contract to fix roads and instead of buying the needed material you throw marl in the hole so you can “fat” up your bank account and who cares if all the people who are tax payers suffer, that my friend is greed.

But alas I have gone off course a bit. I was talking about dreams right? Well let me share (before this blog gets too long) what I see for myself and have always wanted as long as I can remember.  My dream happens to be on the simple side and may have to do more with my basic rights as a citizen of this great nation. The nation called Jamaica that from the time I can remember singing the national school song , “I pledge my heart forever to serve with humble pride” would bring tears to my eyes even as a child.  The nation so blessed with enough resources to give everybody a shot at being a millionaire (for the ones who actually want to work) and could easily be a first world nation.

My dream is to be able to travel this beautiful island from corner to corner without the fear of being killed by my own brother who for some unexplained reason feels I will be better off dead.  To be able to sit on the beach with friends till hours laughing about our day and enjoying the sounds and sights unique to our  shores without having to depend on security of any sort.  I want to be able to build my house without having to imprison myself behind bars, a place where I can leave my kids in the yard without having to watch them like a hawk. My dream for my life here is one where I don’t have to worry if my wife will make it home from work for fear they kidnapped for a ransom. I want to be able to operate my business (which is my passion) without having to be looking over my shoulder for extortionists and other people who don’t think farming, fishing or masonry is a viable way to get money and is beneath them but instead feel I’m obligated to suffer so they can “eat a food” .Plain and simple I want to build Jamaica. That is my dream.

But on the other side of dreaming is a little thing called reality. A reality where the obstacles I mentioned seem to be stronger than the dream.  My reality is a place where I have been burnt numerous times by the people who smile with me but take advantage of me the minute I turn my back.  A reality which has forced closed profitable endeavours for not only myself but so many loyal, hardworking Jamaicans who want nothing more than to live and strive in peace. That reality is what makes me keep my mouth shut and not shout as I once did, “making it in Jamaica means I can make it anywhere”. That reality though, is a whole other blog post.


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Food Review : Club Sandwiches at The Pelican, Montego Bay

I know I did a food review on my last blog but this food experience happened on the same trip and after reading this review you may understand why I did.  This particular experience happened after the one I blogged about but after the ocean took me and tossed me to and fro in a couple of hours I was ready to eat again and hoping for a better experience.

I had never been to The Pelican and wanting to conquer the hip strip (as in interact with every food joint and hotel – 85% there) so when it was suggested I eagerly agreed.  It was exactly as I had thought the ambiance would be but the design of the place wasn’t.  But all in all very nice food place that I would recommend to anyone.  Not only for the sweet setup but the prices were very good as well.  I mean if I had the choice between KFC and The Pelican, KFC lose! (yes, I went there).

So to the “meat” of the matter! We got our menus and after the experience with the microwaved and very salty meal mentioned in previous review before I wasn’t in the mood for chicken and neither were the other four people that made up the group. So after looking through and rejecting all fowl dishes, two people went with fish and the other oxtail. I wasn’t feeling any of those dishes but something caught my eye.  Club sandwiches with a mix of three meats. Once my eyes saw that my mouth started to water.

Excitedly I ordered and waited hoping for a meal as my mind was at the moment was creating and my taste buds were hoping for. It came in good time. Nicely served with a beautiful smile I jumped right in.  Can I say that… my mouth, lips, tongue and belly were not disappointed.  I had struck food gold.  I will try to find some adjectives to describe my food high.   Delightful, Loaded with flavour and a real work of art.  The bread was toasted just right and the meats which were ham chicken and beef were all well done.  Bravo! *claps* It came with a decent serving of fries which maybe even though tasty were a bit soaked in oil so I ended up squeezing some of that oil out but tasty nonetheless.

I’d dare say even though this was my first expereince there and having tht club sandwich that I may go back for seconds…..naaaah! I’ll try something else next time!   After making such a good impression and with such good service I am confident they won’t let me down….

Only time will tell!

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Retro Blog – Bad Experience at a Hotel In Negril

As I may have mentioned before I started blogging in 2003 on MSN Space and even now my head is reeling that it closed down and I never had a chance to save my stuff.  A part of me is lost forever.  I did have part tiem jobs on the internet back then as well and one of them that I applied for required I send in a copy of one of my blogs.  So I was cleaning up my PC and saw what you will read below.

I’ve been blessed to travel to 20+ hotels around Jamaica and I use to use my blog as a review for all the hotels I travelled to. Even though this blog was written in 2007 the experience I get from all these places stick with me and my sentiments have not changed.  If you have been there and you disagree or agree please leave some feedback.



Travellers Beach Hotel – My experience

Well I spent my vacation at a place called Travellers Beach Hotel but that was not originally the plan. The plan was to stay at Fun Holiday Resort but because of some mix up we got transferred to TBH. Just to say though that the staff I met at Fun Holiday were very nice, always smiling and were even asking us some questions about homework for one of their kids and that’s how laid back and fun at the same time we as Jamaicans can  and should be. I was only there for 15 minutes maybe but it was worth it. I will be going back there the next time.

Now back to Travellers. After going from Fun Holiday to here with all the smiles and warm welcome, it was like a change from heaven to hell. Went in and stood at the check in counter but the guy who was there never even greeted and stood there looking blankly so I took the initiative to tell him about the transfer. Without even a change in facial expression he handed me a card to fill out and informed me that someone would soon come to take the bags. Long and short is, he didn’t look to happy to see us. I’m not sure if it was because I was Jamaican or he just found out his girl left him dry but geeeez. Anyways while in the lobby I noticed that there were people telling the guests (and these were Spring Breakers) about the hotel and the attractions and stuff like that, so then some thing came to me and I asked the same guy if there were all inclusive packages available. He again looked blankly at me and said “you haffi to talk to food and beverage about dat”. OMG. Do I live here? Where is that I said to myself but he offered no directions and I didn’t ask because I was getting perturbed.

After being carried to the room I realized there were no bulbs so while out on a walk I asked one of the cleaning ladies about it. She said she would see what she could do. Later after going back to the room there were bulbs but alas they didn’t work. The beds were hard and the water in the shower took 30 minutes to recede as there was something wrong with the drain opener on the tub.  At this point I’m not a happy camper.

I finally found the Food and Beverage Dept. which as I assumed was near the beach front   ( but I still should have been given directions) and saw a bunch of workers just lazing. I needed a spoon so I asked one of the guys. He looked at me and then said “Yow unooo get a spoon fi me nuh”. I stood there for 15 minutes while he was on his cell and smiling at some Caucasian woman.  This is day one of my three day vacay.

I won’t say much more about the hotel because the only time I spent there after that was for sleep and for maybe one or two other activities (use your imagination or don’t).  Below are pics of the hotel and some of the stops I made and always make when in Negril.

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Oh there was one good thing about this place. It had good water pressure.

At check out time it happened to be a young lady so I thought okay, maybe a different response…Nope. She had me stand up waiting on her while she was on the phone for about 15 minutes and even transferred calls to people in the lobby. The management too was not much better because through their office door they saw me standing there and it was after that 15 minutes that one guy came out and said “yes”. I handed him the key and after looking in the computer he kinda did something with his head like in a nudge motion which I guess meant “we dun wid you now”.

Anyways I won’t be going back transferred or not.

2 out of 5 stars (Water Pressure save dem from get 1).  The other one was for a roof over my head at nights.


So that was the review back then… I did stay at one hotel worst than this one but that is another BLOG…