Kingston and Port Royal

There didn’t seem to be much to do in Kingston so all we got to see was some parks, the Devon House, a crafts market and the Bob Marley Museum in Uptown. Leaving the museum there was a motorcyclist driving up to us, grabbing the phone of my friend and the driving off, so the rest of the day was spent at the police station writing reports.

In the night however, our so called Reggae Hostel got quite lively with new people checking in and an Israeli guy told me that he had heard of a local party at a place called WedyWedy that I decided to join him for. As the party didnt start until two a clock in the morning we headed to Husain Bolt’s new bar called tracksandrecords for a beer in a good athmosphere and when we came to the party afterwards it was absolutely crazy. People were doing “daggering” which maily consisted of lifting girls up by surprise, throwing them around and dry humping them. It seemed quite aggressive, vulgar and provocative to me at first but then I was explained that the girls considered themselves lucky and respected dancing that way.

In the morning of my flight I headed to the airport early together with a couple of Germans who were going the same way. I had earlier got a tip by a local who suggested asking a fisherman to take us on a 15minute boat ride from Port Royal to an island called Lime Cay, which was absolutely beautiful. We had the whole island to ourselves the hour we spent there and came back just in time for me to make my flight to Antigua the same day.