Day 8; More from Jamaica

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.