Morning came. The owner popped in weirdly as I was up and getting together… Just… Popped in. Weird. Nice but weird.Once I got around I wandered the rest of the hostel.
The dining room was full up with the group of new people who arrived in the night and their teacher or something it sounded like talking to them over breakfast. I looked out on the balcony outside that room and enjoyed some of that angle of view.
I was into the kitchen that was amazingly simple but also not surprising fully. I expected simple and functional but this was even less so than I pictured.
Flies were all over the front porch outside and the sink where I kept shooing them so I could fill my water bottle.
Avoided the front by staying inside or going a far distance from it into the yard.
They opened the very modest tourist room and another female I overheard speaking to the lady there about getting coffee beans. I asked about this and they said sure! that they’d get me some, too.
So I was able to watch coffee beans being roasted by a man stirring a hot pot over a fire and then them being cooled by being put out on corrugated sheet of metal like those used for roofing. After cooled they were scooped up by hand and we each bought how much we’d requested, with them estimating the weight they were handing us.
Video of the process:
I enjoyed watching and smelling this a ton and the pure experience of being at that place, surrounded by the land and building and different way of living and business.
A short bit later the family put me on the cheap… bus… style I’d been in before (and god, I love these things) and I began my trip back to Kingston.
On way south, to Papine in sort of bus that brought us from Papine to Mavis Bank.
Again wild ride, right side of head slammed audibly I to metal inside of bus lol.
Okay, twice now but not as bad at alllllll
During its I have tried to get a pic of bananas growing that I saw. Not sure if I got shot before bus moved.
Bus is betting very jam-packed. Trip is just as lovely and lush and rocky and fun and new as way up but in its own ways. 🙂
3rd time head against metal, but less still. I’m getting it under control hahahahaha.
We are stopped on the road after horrible grating sound that sounded like an axle scraping haaarrrdd. It may be a bad tired that the hub scraped, I can’t see from here or clearly feel what they’re doing but hope it’s just a dramatic flat tire.
I’ve had to pee so bad from since shortly after the start. God, I have like almost two hours til hostel. I’m gonna have to negotiate bathroom break or even peeling off side of road at some point somewhere.
Annd away we go!
Bus stopped and let me pee in same town as I got taxi day before. Location was what looked to be concrete flophouse… Sort of place I’d both be afraid but also would like to stay in.
Happy bladder! Driver was nice and walked me up there and waited for me and walked me back.
Grabbing lunch in Papine largely to get use of their bathroom. Must pee again haha.
Another dodgy private bus to Kingston from Papine. $100 Jamaican supposedly. Is the same as real bus fee. That’s all they’re getting out of me when I get off. Then I’m free lol.
I so love adventure
To get to Bucharest in roughly 2005 I got to a point where there was no English and I had to find the right bus in Hungary. Randomly choosing between the two there got me there! 😀
Inside south Kingston, switched to another dodgy bus to get to Halfway Tree area where can walk home.