This pictures represents my police escort. He lead the way from the dock all the way through town to the sports arena, flashing lights and everything. At one point at a three way stop I'm sure we were headed the wrong way, but in Jamaica they drive on the wrong side of the road so it gets very confusing. I reported to my family that he was riding a vespa, not so it's a honda. Makes you feel really secure, huh?
Riding aboard a bus in Jamaica, allows for a philosophy lesson. These were the stenciled captions on the ceiling. They made me giggle because I can think of people they represent, maybe you can too. (I hope it's not me, I hope it's not me)
And you can't be in Jamaica without paying some kind of homage to Bob Farley, he is a national icon here. His dreadlocks and guitar can be found represented on nearly everything. Towels, magnets, pencils, t-shirts. He is their national treasure.