We rented a car for the day, intending to first hit up some waterfalls, and then head to the beach. When we got to the Reach Falls turnoff locals standing on the corner started screaming at us that it was closed, then jumped in their cars and started chasing us up the hill when I ignored them (it was only another mile and I figured I’d like to see for myself). A guy driving down the hill cut us off and told us the falls were closed for the day, but he could take us on a hike anyway, we told him no thanks, and continued to the top where, indeed, the falls were closed. Ugh, who closes waterfalls?
We had zero desire to head off with a guide through the woods, so we cancelled the first plan of the day and led a procession of cars and trucks back down the hill.
Fortunately, the day worked out just fine. Boston Bay turned out to be a nice spot to spend an afternoon.
When we arrived we had to pay a couple bucks for a park cleanup fee and receive paper bracelets. Okay, sure. We were in the water not five minutes before we looked down and found that all the bracelets had washed right off our wrists. Hmmm, sort of self-defeating. The beach was fairly clean, but I imagine thousands of orange wristbands floating out to sea every year.
All we see everywhere we look these days are guys taking pictures of their girlfriend’s butt. They take a bunch of pics, then the girl walks over and flips through the pictures, frowning the whole time, hands him back the phone, goes back out and puts on her fish lip smile and lifts her butt up a little higher, comes back and flips through the pics and finally settles on one. They then sit down on a towel in the shade and she spends the next hour on her phone posting the pics while he either flips through his phone or stares out at sea. Then they leave. This scene plays out on every single beach we go to.
Boston Bay is a great beach break for the kids. Both of them were up on the first wave and ripping. One old guy had also rented a board and was out there paddling around on it—backwards. He was a good sport when we pointed it out to him. Ouest and Lowe were cry laughing.
Up at the top of the hill are half a dozen jerk restaurants. I’m a big fan of the jerk chicken. It’s cooked perfect every time we get it, and the seasoning is great, though not nearly as spicy as I’d have expected. This one had a nice bottle of spice to add your own, though. Super nice people here, too. When we left, the kids asked, “Mama, do you like talking to all those people?”
Installed these fans recently. Boat fans are notorious pieces of crap—wobbling, squeaking, and just generally not working. So far though, these seem to have been worth the money.
Car mats, race tracks, and bow and arrows.
That pretty old building along the water is an ice cream shop. Unfortunately their freezers seem to bottom out at about 33 degrees.
Jamaica’s crown jewel.
This is the view off the front of the boat at Errol Flynn Marina.
You can really get your lobster done in just about any way here.
Off to get some passage-making groceries, which in Port Antonio means at least three different stores and a market for maybe two bags worth of stuff.
10 Comments on “Boston Bay Shredders”
Car mats, race tracks, and bow and arrows. What boy needs more?
Not much for Lowe – he’s had more but these are the ones that come with us with each move.
Great pics again Pat & Ali. Hope you’re all well. You look like you are.
Regards
John
W.a.n.c.er.
Thanks, John. Do you still have your bus? We still want to get back over and visit again…
It’s a wonderful pleasure watching Ouest and Lowe grow up. You are blessed. Thank you for sharing. And you are SOOOO right about boat fans . . . in general. 😉
Wow! Great to catch up on your latest posts Pat.
The kids are growing up so quick. It seems like it was only yesterday that we were congratulating you and Ali on their arrival to this wonderful journey.
Your second paragraph is so prophetic. I swear the internet has changed lives and behaviours so much over the past few years, especially in the sailing community. Gone are the days of just great writing and photography. Keep up the great work.
We have been off social media for the past couple of years. We decided to just enjoy life. We will start posting again soon as we negotiate the North Pacific.
We expect to finally be underway again within the next few weeks, on our way to Alaska and the US West Coast. We just have to negotiate immigration and quarantine restrictions here in Korea that continue to ramp up on us every day. 🙁
Fair Winds Guys.
Garry and Wendy sv ‘Spirit of Sbraon’
The picture of Ouest carrying her surfboard! She looks like a teenager and so competent! Love the lobster choices. Who needs a cocktail with that last choice. Being a “senior”, many times I am dumbfounded by social media. I thought duck lips were bad. But, butts? Really?
“Fish lip smiles”. Stop it you’re killing me!?
HA! HA! Hilarious comments about those cheeky couples! The kids look like pros on their boards! Safe passage to wherever you’re off to next!
Question on the jerk seasonings…do they change between vendors or areas of Jamaica at all? Or are they kind of all the same? Just curious as I had jerk chicken once while on vacation in Jamaica. Loved it. Didn’t get a chance to try multiple places. And I really only see a few wet jerk rubs for sale here in the states like Walkerwoods. Didn’t know if there was more variety there or not. Safe travels!