We had the opportunity for a short break, and it was wonderful. We got out of town.
The weather in western Jamaica changed every moment. There was a rushing in the trees as rain approached. The fan palms rattled and the traveller’s palms tilted (I need to write something about palm trees, soon). After a brisk shower of five or ten minutes, azure blue skies decorated with white clouds reappeared. Then, a distant rumble of thunder – just one. The next morning the skies were pale gold, and in the evening, clouds in fanciful shapes reared their heads. Negril is famous for its sunsets.
Here are a few photos from our little escape… Bright gardens, majestic trees, and a stretch of sand.