We also visited Kingston today. Where we went to the Bob Marley museum.
There’s just the one picture, because cameras weren’t allowed inside. But it was worth going. Essentially, it’s a Georgian house, largely as it was intended, apart from the 70s recording studio.
The shot room was a little strange, though. Best look it up.
I did learn something new about the bloke. He was a vegan. Which makes him cool. Forget the music, he was a vegan.
This is coffee.
Blue Mountain coffee. Apparently, Jamaica imports tons of instant coffee, because the good stuff is exported.
We climbed a mountain today. A blue one, which didn’t look at all blue. And we learned that everything we (thought we) knew about coffee was completely wrong.
The coffee was nice though, as were the views.
The picture above was actually looking down onto a pretty scary road which zig-zagged up the mountain.
I swear I was bitten by a shark yesterday. Or some other huge sea creature.
This is my second visit to Jamaica. I was last here fifty years ago. Admittedly, my last visit was limited to less than a couple of days in Kingston.
I remember little from that visit, although I clearly recall being given a stick of chewing gum (Wrigley’s Juicy Fruit) by a beautiful young lady who was standing in a doorway. Many years later, on remembering the occasion with an adult mind, I realised she was prostitute.
Anyway, while we’ll be visiting Kingston, our temporary home is a beach resort.
A beach resort with poor Wi-Fi. Which is probably why we were unsuccessful in this morning’s Glastonbury ticket sale.
Anyway, this is our house for a little while.
I so love old buildings.
OK, I might love anywhere I can find nice beer.
This is truly a beautiful building.
It’s lovely inside too.
The Worley Almshouses has apparently been closed for a few months. According to the bloke outside who said it was due to reopen a few days ago. He was meeting a mate from Malta there.Anyway, it hasn’t reopened yet. Even worse, a missed opportunity.
If only this had happened next year.Anyway, we found another Sam Smith’s pub, the Botolph Arms.
Beautiful.
Every time I walk past this bike stand, I recall the theft of our new bikes.
Unfortunately, at the time, I wasn’t aware that bike theft was a huge problem in Peterborough.
I’m consoling myself with a pint of Punk in the Draper’s Arms, while waiting for the Wortley Almshouses to open.
My music player is now back in service after I’ve identified the rogue flac file which made the thing stubbornly refuse to play anything.
So my bus journeys this week have been in the enjoyable company of Felix Hagan and the Family.
A recent festival discovery, they’re now a favourite. Their latest album is Attention Seeker, it’s ridiculously good. We’ll be going to see them play in Leeds in a few weeks, with some festival comrades. Can’t wait.