Cotton Tree Inn

Miss Janise at Jamaica Inn Hotel
Everywhere I look beyond The Cotton Tree Inn; black flesh seemed tied to the purse strings of foreigners paying for sex with drinks, meals, gifts, and cash. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. My first trip back to Jamaica in over three decades was supposed to be a voyage of discovery – a joy.
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Sunday Morning Taxi Ride

Sunday morning taxi ride

From Village Junction to Parakuo Link Road is a straight two-mile stretch. On this seemingly neverending length of potholed tarmac, the walk home to Parakuo Estate could take up to forty-five minutes under a scorching sun. It is a seven-minute ride by the fastest route available in these parts, but

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To Buckingham Palace to Visit The Queen

My Royalist mother must have been smiling down at me from her seat on the right-hand side of God, as the taxi arrived 1)Monday, 12th November 2007

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