About six months ago, or so, my sister called me.
“Guess what?” She asked.
“I’m getting married.”
“Cool,” I said. “Congratulations.”
“I’m getting married in Jamaica.”
“Oh, that’s cool. You know it’s customary to pay for your brother to be there.”
“Not in this family,” she said.
So I coughed up the coin and went to Jamaica for my sister’s wedding. Since it was a resort, most of my time was spent drinking at the bar, drinking at the beach or drinking somewhere else on the resort. All inclusive is always key when planning a vacation. That said, there won’t be many stories, so here’s some pictures.
First thing I noticed in Jamaica (other than the Jamaica airline SUCKS — more on that later) is that they drive on the wrong side of the road. I thought they only did that in the UK and Australia. I won’t hold that against them, though.
We stopped to get gas — actually the cab driver did — and I noticed their gas was very expensive. Maybe that’s why a lot of people walked instead of drove.