Although I do see Chili Ed has posted a 'CaliMedMarijane' report here, I'm trying to decide where to post my Jamaican trip report.
Should I post it here or over at the 'bar'?
Do you wanna' hear about my Jamaica trip? 1st day posted.
Do you wanna' hear about my Jamaica trip? 1st day posted.
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I'm waiting, DannyMac::::::::::::tapping foot lol
Jamaica rocks! I've never been to Negril, but I've been to Ocho Rios many times and Montego Bay, but only flew into there. I'd never stay in Montego, but I'm very interested in Negril. I heard it's as beautiful as Ocho Rios.
Score any good, sticky skunk or black hash?
Jamaica rocks! I've never been to Negril, but I've been to Ocho Rios many times and Montego Bay, but only flew into there. I'd never stay in Montego, but I'm very interested in Negril. I heard it's as beautiful as Ocho Rios.
Score any good, sticky skunk or black hash?
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1st day installment
Jamaica trip report:
Preface: We usually plan for our 'big trip' rather early, and when we were in the pre-planning stages, airfare to Europe was exorbitant. Mrs. dannymac's stated opinion was for no trip this year, I figured we'd just go someplace cheaper. After all, this year is our 25th anniversary. Airfare to Jamaica was less than half of what it was for Amsterdam.
I've been wanting to go to the Treasure Beach area (frequently described as, 'off the beaten path') of the South Coast for several years now, and this seemed like the right time.
Shortly after deciding on Jamaica, the mrs. informs me that she just met Shaun, a Jamaican guy at work. He's young, cool, and his Dad (back in Jamaica) can drive us from MoBay to Treasure Beach & back. It really seems like the right time now.
Book 3 nights at Taino Cove, a little 8 room guesthouse, in Treasure Beach; and 2 nights at the Hilton Rose Hall Resort & Spa (just like the Amsterdam Hilton last year, we're getting this one for 'points'). With 2 round trip tickets, total so far is less than $1000.
Early flight out of Philadelphia, so spent the night at the airport Hampton Inn (another free night), and left the car there while in Jamaica.
Day 1: We ended up bringing a shitload of stuff from Shaun, for his family; we also brought some items to donate too. When flying to Europe, we never have any sort of customs form to fill out; when returning to the States, I usually fill the form our honestly. We were presented with a similar form for entry into Jamaica, so like a fool - I fill the form out honestly. US$100 later, we leave the customs hall looking for Shaun's dad, Mr. Palmer. Figured I better replenish my cash, so I hit an ATM at the airport, but it says, "unable to process transaction"; so I hit the other ATM at the airport, and this one just spits out my card. Great start!
The mrs. locates some woman & small child, holding a sign with our names on it. Shaun's sister & niece are evidently joining us for the ride. We load up Mr. Palmer's route taxi, a beat up Toyota, and head for Whithorn, in the mountains of Westmoreland county. But 1st, we try another ATM - with no luck. I end up cashing some travelers checks (1st time I've used them in over 20 years, but there are no ATM's in Treasure beach - I said it's 'off the beaten path').
On the way to Whithorn, we stop at several 'rum shacks' as Janet attempts to locate a bottle of (sp?)Chula Chula (sugar cane moonshine, almost pure alcohol) for the mrs.
Janet doesn't locate any today, but assures us she'll have it when we see them on Friday.
It's about an hour drive to Whithorn, with a stop for Jerk Chicken & Pork along the way.
We pull into the property, where the rest of the family has been awaiting our arrival. After unpacking their goods, and a homemade breakfast of ackee & saltfish - let the partyin' begin!!
Janet runs her own little 'rum shack' on the front of the property where we hunker down to drink Jamaican overproof rum & smoke some pretty good ganja. Actually, the ganja was really good, because our joints were being rolled with some 'gum' added. 'Gum' being Jamaican hash. Janet's husband had wanted to sell me a chunk that was bigger than my thumb, but I told him it was much more than we could smoke in our 6 days. He gives me a little less than 1/2 the chunk for about US$10.
Ultimately, we spend less than $40 for our smoke the entire vacation - mixing hash in most of my joints; of which I'm rolling rather fat to boot!
Afte hangin' & visitin' for a while, we eventually head off for Treasure Beach - another 1.5 hour away. The trip was uneventful, except for several cows meandering across the road as we enter Black River, and the failed ATM attempt there also. We arrive at Taino Cove by mid afternoon and the place is filled with women. Unfortunately, they would all leave the next morning (I guess it really didn't matter, I'm suppose to be celebrating my 25th anniversary). We say our goodbyes to Mr. Palmer, Janet, & her daughter and check into our room.
1st I get whacked for $100 in duties; then my ATM card doesn't appear to work anywhere; it's just about now that I discover my cell phone is missing - SHIT! At $1.99 per minute, I was only planning on using it ever so sparingly, whomever may have it would probably not be so cautious.
While we're frantically trying to figure out where we left the phone, Mr. Palmer comes driving back up the driveway. We had thought that he found the phone, but he was only coming back to return a joint that fell out of my pocket! We searched the car thoroughly, but didn't find a phone. Luckily, one of the women staying at Taino Cove was able to loan me her phone, and I was able to cancel my service before the phone was ever used.
Only issue now was where am I going to get more money & ganja? As it turned out, our proprietor would help us out on both counts. She felt confident that my ATM card would work tomorrow, and if not, she'd front me cash & I could mail her a check when I got back home. She'd get that other item when she went out grocery shopping, and we had it in our hands within the hour.
Ended up just hangin' out the rest of the day, and hitting the sack early.
Preface: We usually plan for our 'big trip' rather early, and when we were in the pre-planning stages, airfare to Europe was exorbitant. Mrs. dannymac's stated opinion was for no trip this year, I figured we'd just go someplace cheaper. After all, this year is our 25th anniversary. Airfare to Jamaica was less than half of what it was for Amsterdam.
I've been wanting to go to the Treasure Beach area (frequently described as, 'off the beaten path') of the South Coast for several years now, and this seemed like the right time.
Shortly after deciding on Jamaica, the mrs. informs me that she just met Shaun, a Jamaican guy at work. He's young, cool, and his Dad (back in Jamaica) can drive us from MoBay to Treasure Beach & back. It really seems like the right time now.
Book 3 nights at Taino Cove, a little 8 room guesthouse, in Treasure Beach; and 2 nights at the Hilton Rose Hall Resort & Spa (just like the Amsterdam Hilton last year, we're getting this one for 'points'). With 2 round trip tickets, total so far is less than $1000.
Early flight out of Philadelphia, so spent the night at the airport Hampton Inn (another free night), and left the car there while in Jamaica.
Day 1: We ended up bringing a shitload of stuff from Shaun, for his family; we also brought some items to donate too. When flying to Europe, we never have any sort of customs form to fill out; when returning to the States, I usually fill the form our honestly. We were presented with a similar form for entry into Jamaica, so like a fool - I fill the form out honestly. US$100 later, we leave the customs hall looking for Shaun's dad, Mr. Palmer. Figured I better replenish my cash, so I hit an ATM at the airport, but it says, "unable to process transaction"; so I hit the other ATM at the airport, and this one just spits out my card. Great start!
The mrs. locates some woman & small child, holding a sign with our names on it. Shaun's sister & niece are evidently joining us for the ride. We load up Mr. Palmer's route taxi, a beat up Toyota, and head for Whithorn, in the mountains of Westmoreland county. But 1st, we try another ATM - with no luck. I end up cashing some travelers checks (1st time I've used them in over 20 years, but there are no ATM's in Treasure beach - I said it's 'off the beaten path').
On the way to Whithorn, we stop at several 'rum shacks' as Janet attempts to locate a bottle of (sp?)Chula Chula (sugar cane moonshine, almost pure alcohol) for the mrs.
Janet doesn't locate any today, but assures us she'll have it when we see them on Friday.
It's about an hour drive to Whithorn, with a stop for Jerk Chicken & Pork along the way.
We pull into the property, where the rest of the family has been awaiting our arrival. After unpacking their goods, and a homemade breakfast of ackee & saltfish - let the partyin' begin!!
Janet runs her own little 'rum shack' on the front of the property where we hunker down to drink Jamaican overproof rum & smoke some pretty good ganja. Actually, the ganja was really good, because our joints were being rolled with some 'gum' added. 'Gum' being Jamaican hash. Janet's husband had wanted to sell me a chunk that was bigger than my thumb, but I told him it was much more than we could smoke in our 6 days. He gives me a little less than 1/2 the chunk for about US$10.
Ultimately, we spend less than $40 for our smoke the entire vacation - mixing hash in most of my joints; of which I'm rolling rather fat to boot!
Afte hangin' & visitin' for a while, we eventually head off for Treasure Beach - another 1.5 hour away. The trip was uneventful, except for several cows meandering across the road as we enter Black River, and the failed ATM attempt there also. We arrive at Taino Cove by mid afternoon and the place is filled with women. Unfortunately, they would all leave the next morning (I guess it really didn't matter, I'm suppose to be celebrating my 25th anniversary). We say our goodbyes to Mr. Palmer, Janet, & her daughter and check into our room.
1st I get whacked for $100 in duties; then my ATM card doesn't appear to work anywhere; it's just about now that I discover my cell phone is missing - SHIT! At $1.99 per minute, I was only planning on using it ever so sparingly, whomever may have it would probably not be so cautious.
While we're frantically trying to figure out where we left the phone, Mr. Palmer comes driving back up the driveway. We had thought that he found the phone, but he was only coming back to return a joint that fell out of my pocket! We searched the car thoroughly, but didn't find a phone. Luckily, one of the women staying at Taino Cove was able to loan me her phone, and I was able to cancel my service before the phone was ever used.
Only issue now was where am I going to get more money & ganja? As it turned out, our proprietor would help us out on both counts. She felt confident that my ATM card would work tomorrow, and if not, she'd front me cash & I could mail her a check when I got back home. She'd get that other item when she went out grocery shopping, and we had it in our hands within the hour.
Ended up just hangin' out the rest of the day, and hitting the sack early.
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Re: 1st day installment
dannymac wrote:Jamaica trip report:
Preface: We usually plan for our 'big trip' rather early, and when we were in the pre-planning stages, airfare to Europe was exorbitant. Mrs. dannymac's stated opinion was for no trip this year, I figured we'd just go someplace cheaper. After all, this year is our 25th anniversary. Airfare to Jamaica was less than half of what it was for Amsterdam.
I've been wanting to go to the Treasure Beach area (frequently described as, 'off the beaten path') of the South Coast for several years now, and this seemed like the right time.
Shortly after deciding on Jamaica, the mrs. informs me that she just met Shaun, a Jamaican guy at work. He's young, cool, and his Dad (back in Jamaica) can drive us from MoBay to Treasure Beach & back. It really seems like the right time now.
Book 3 nights at Taino Cove, a little 8 room guesthouse, in Treasure Beach; and 2 nights at the Hilton Rose Hall Resort & Spa (just like the Amsterdam Hilton last year, we're getting this one for 'points'). With 2 round trip tickets, total so far is less than $1000.
Early flight out of Philadelphia, so spent the night at the airport Hampton Inn (another free night), and left the car there while in Jamaica.
Day 1: We ended up bringing a shitload of stuff from Shaun, for his family; we also brought some items to donate too. When flying to Europe, we never have any sort of customs form to fill out; when returning to the States, I usually fill the form our honestly. We were presented with a similar form for entry into Jamaica, so like a fool - I fill the form out honestly. US$100 later, we leave the customs hall looking for Shaun's dad, Mr. Palmer. Figured I better replenish my cash, so I hit an ATM at the airport, but it says, "unable to process transaction"; so I hit the other ATM at the airport, and this one just spits out my card. Great start!
The mrs. locates some woman & small child, holding a sign with our names on it. Shaun's sister & niece are evidently joining us for the ride. We load up Mr. Palmer's route taxi, a beat up Toyota, and head for Whithorn, in the mountains of Westmoreland county. But 1st, we try another ATM - with no luck. I end up cashing some travelers checks (1st time I've used them in over 20 years, but there are no ATM's in Treasure beach - I said it's 'off the beaten path').
On the way to Whithorn, we stop at several 'rum shacks' as Janet attempts to locate a bottle of (sp?)Chula Chula (sugar cane moonshine, almost pure alcohol) for the mrs.
Janet doesn't locate any today, but assures us she'll have it when we see them on Friday.
It's about an hour drive to Whithorn, with a stop for Jerk Chicken & Pork along the way.
We pull into the property, where the rest of the family has been awaiting our arrival. After unpacking their goods, and a homemade breakfast of ackee & saltfish - let the partyin' begin!!
Janet runs her own little 'rum shack' on the front of the property where we hunker down to drink Jamaican overproof rum & smoke some pretty good ganja. Actually, the ganja was really good, because our joints were being rolled with some 'gum' added. 'Gum' being Jamaican hash. Janet's husband had wanted to sell me a chunk that was bigger than my thumb, but I told him it was much more than we could smoke in our 6 days. He gives me a little less than 1/2 the chunk for about US$10.
Ultimately, we spend less than $40 for our smoke the entire vacation - mixing hash in most of my joints; of which I'm rolling rather fat to boot!
Afte hangin' & visitin' for a while, we eventually head off for Treasure Beach - another 1.5 hour away. The trip was uneventful, except for several cows meandering across the road as we enter Black River, and the failed ATM attempt there also. We arrive at Taino Cove by mid afternoon and the place is filled with women. Unfortunately, they would all leave the next morning (I guess it really didn't matter, I'm suppose to be celebrating my 25th anniversary). We say our goodbyes to Mr. Palmer, Janet, & her daughter and check into our room.
1st I get whacked for $100 in duties; then my ATM card doesn't appear to work anywhere; it's just about now that I discover my cell phone is missing - SHIT! At $1.99 per minute, I was only planning on using it ever so sparingly, whomever may have it would probably not be so cautious.
While we're frantically trying to figure out where we left the phone, Mr. Palmer comes driving back up the driveway. We had thought that he found the phone, but he was only coming back to return a joint that fell out of my pocket! We searched the car thoroughly, but didn't find a phone. Luckily, one of the women staying at Taino Cove was able to loan me her phone, and I was able to cancel my service before the phone was ever used.
Only issue now was where am I going to get more money & ganja? As it turned out, our proprietor would help us out on both counts. She felt confident that my ATM card would work tomorrow, and if not, she'd front me cash & I could mail her a check when I got back home. She'd get that other item when she went out grocery shopping, and we had it in our hands within the hour.
Ended up just hangin' out the rest of the day, and hitting the sack early.
i can almost feel the sand between my toes, i know there's more report coming?
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Wow Danny you need to give me your friends number and I'll help their family out too as I go about once a yr and more if I can. Sounds like they treated you right and gave you great prices to boot. I also wouldn't mind bringing some goodies for them. Do you think the ganj was Skunk? Mine was definitely some form of that strain when I got it in February.
Waiting for the next report, great so far. :-)
Waiting for the next report, great so far. :-)
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nice photos and start of a good report dannymac, look forward to the rest when you have the time. i was in Negril for my 25th also, and certainly wouldn't mine going again. for enjoyments sake one has to get out and about to really get the more expansive flavor. that said it does sound like treasure beach area has a good vibe. Negril is by no means what it was when Banana Shout was first built way back when, but great nonetheless.
the herb i had was very memorable...nice and tacky green bud, kinda skunkish strain which i have to laugh about when i look back on it. have had your standard cases of paranoia now and then over the years ( some time for good cause) but never have had the fear. nope, not when i toked the cambodian red rock O nor the liquid version nor other active strains of herb you come across over time. so the wife and i figure we'd sample this sticky stuff in room before buzzing outdoors...well, i don't remember but it was only a few hits for each of us when we flooped back on the bed not saying anything for awhile, hearts racing like some nirto rigs. finally some talking in the vein of....some shit huh, wow this shit....pause for some time then say can you feel your flippin heart, some herb pause i can't go out for anything to drink you go ...no you go and on like that for awhile. yeah, of course it was me who first went out, and later we did move to different levels but, that first few hits was what seemed to me what folks must have meant when they said they got the fear. hasn't happened since. though walking about we stopped and were chatting with this at the time older gentleman and he cut us some of his cake. this too was a great laugh as my wife had a bit of a larger piece than i, so later when we went for a swim she was akin to tripping and i have to say i felt as if i was coming on to some good mesc. please excuse my long wind but you snapped me back to a very good place. one last thing, if you ever get to go to YS falls it is fantasic...up the black river is also worth a go.
the herb i had was very memorable...nice and tacky green bud, kinda skunkish strain which i have to laugh about when i look back on it. have had your standard cases of paranoia now and then over the years ( some time for good cause) but never have had the fear. nope, not when i toked the cambodian red rock O nor the liquid version nor other active strains of herb you come across over time. so the wife and i figure we'd sample this sticky stuff in room before buzzing outdoors...well, i don't remember but it was only a few hits for each of us when we flooped back on the bed not saying anything for awhile, hearts racing like some nirto rigs. finally some talking in the vein of....some shit huh, wow this shit....pause for some time then say can you feel your flippin heart, some herb pause i can't go out for anything to drink you go ...no you go and on like that for awhile. yeah, of course it was me who first went out, and later we did move to different levels but, that first few hits was what seemed to me what folks must have meant when they said they got the fear. hasn't happened since. though walking about we stopped and were chatting with this at the time older gentleman and he cut us some of his cake. this too was a great laugh as my wife had a bit of a larger piece than i, so later when we went for a swim she was akin to tripping and i have to say i felt as if i was coming on to some good mesc. please excuse my long wind but you snapped me back to a very good place. one last thing, if you ever get to go to YS falls it is fantasic...up the black river is also worth a go.
Treasure Beach is a gem for sure! We spent a week exploring the south coast there. Did you make it over to Little Ochie for the best seafood on the island? T.B. will always hold a special place in my heart. We got what they called orange bud when we where there. Even a local we smoked out with on the pelican bar was impressed...I have to get back there soon....
Actually, I think I originally read about Treasure Beach here at Channels a few years ago. Maybe it was you theron7? I remember thinking that it was just my 'cup of tea' as opposed to staying at some All-Inclusive (although we did just that for our last 2 nights).
I'm ready to go back.
more of my trip report to follow...
I'm ready to go back.
more of my trip report to follow...
I think it was me danny mac....great photots! We stayed at marblue for our honeymoon and had the resort to ourselves. We would go down to the fishermans co-op in the evnening and buy fresh lobster and fish and then the folks at marblue would cook it up for us. we found a beach, west of TB, that was about 3 miles long and deserted! you could run around buck naked if you wanted, which we did! not a soul in sight. when you reached in the water you could scoop out dozens of sandollars by the handful! (didnt mean to hijack your thread, just excited about TB!)
MarBlu was just down the road a bit from us. We walked passed it on the way to Calabash Bay. MarBlu's chef/owner has quite the reputation in TB.
I'm really sorry we didn't stay in the area longer (reading 'day 2' you'll see how one of our day's wasn't spent quite as planned). But as I said, I'm ready to go back.
I'm really sorry we didn't stay in the area longer (reading 'day 2' you'll see how one of our day's wasn't spent quite as planned). But as I said, I'm ready to go back.
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