rethinking trip to jamaica
Feb 17th, 2005, 10:26 AM
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i go to Mo Bay all the time to golf at white witch. Gr8 resort fun time and Mo's fun at night. No need to be to careful but as any traveler should always be cautious in a different country. If you want safe, hassle free vacation go the Cayman's
Mar 15th, 2005, 05:30 AM
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I agree with JRAY.If I was contemplating going to Jamaica, don't go.I have been to Kauai Hawaii,it has it all mountains,canyons,rainforests,waterfalls,and was a safe place to go.The food was wonderful too.It is not too commercialized either.
I have not been to Jamaica and probably would not go.I have friends that have been and 1 was mugged,1 was harrassed to buy things, and 1 was approached by surfboard into resort by Jamaican to buy drugs.Also read Frommers reviews on Jamaica, not very good.
Kauai Hawaii has it all.Very,very beautiful place with numerous flowers,wildlife,and waterfalls.Also there are no snakes and only 1 poisonous spider and it is on the Banana tree.
Have a great time whatever you chose.
I have not been to Jamaica and probably would not go.I have friends that have been and 1 was mugged,1 was harrassed to buy things, and 1 was approached by surfboard into resort by Jamaican to buy drugs.Also read Frommers reviews on Jamaica, not very good.
Kauai Hawaii has it all.Very,very beautiful place with numerous flowers,wildlife,and waterfalls.Also there are no snakes and only 1 poisonous spider and it is on the Banana tree.
Have a great time whatever you chose.
Mar 15th, 2005, 06:27 AM
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Yes, faithie is right.
The OP's trip report and experiences while in Jamaica were one of the things that made me decide to definitely go there.
While our trip was not as adventure and excitement-filled as Holly's, we had a wonderful time and can't wait to go back.
I'm sure Hawaii is very nice, but for the funky, laid back vibe and cultural enrichment along with that amazingly-beautiful scenery (beaches, mountains, EVERYTHING), warm water, blindingly-white, long sandy beaches, etc., I can't imagine a better place.
I may make it out to Hawaii after I've been to EVERY Caribbean island.
The OP's trip report and experiences while in Jamaica were one of the things that made me decide to definitely go there.
While our trip was not as adventure and excitement-filled as Holly's, we had a wonderful time and can't wait to go back.
I'm sure Hawaii is very nice, but for the funky, laid back vibe and cultural enrichment along with that amazingly-beautiful scenery (beaches, mountains, EVERYTHING), warm water, blindingly-white, long sandy beaches, etc., I can't imagine a better place.
I may make it out to Hawaii after I've been to EVERY Caribbean island.
Jun 4th, 2005, 08:42 AM
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Good pro's and con's of going to Jamaica. I will probably visit Jamica and do some reef surveys in the future. But, I'll be wary at night outside of my resort. Last night on Fox New's O'Reilly Factor, O'Reilly was interviewing someone about the poor high school graduate who disappeared in Aruba last week. Somehow, the conversation switched to Jamaica and the problems in Kingston. O'Reilly concluded his program with the comment, "I would never...ever...go to Jamaica on vacation." Fair & Balanced? Seems a very quick conclusion based on not all the facts to me. Robert
Jun 4th, 2005, 09:20 AM
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Per a recent poll in Carib. Travel and Life Jamaica was voted the #2 overall best destination, up from #4 last yr. St. John was #1. Hasty conclusion from Mr. O'Reilly? Perhaps so but he is entitled to his opinion no matter how it is formed. Personally we have been to jamaica 3 times and would go again w/o reservations. Actually Robert I'll bet there is a ton of good stories, lore etc. there to fuel you writing talents.
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Hi Robert,
I watched O'Reilly's program last night (I watch occasionally just to be informed from such an unbiased man ;-) ) My reaction was that Jamaicans should rejoice !
Whenever I do watch his program, I always wonder why anyone with a brain would agree to appear with him....he gives new meaning to rude and boorish.
He most certainly is not a journalist.
Marion
I watched O'Reilly's program last night (I watch occasionally just to be informed from such an unbiased man ;-) ) My reaction was that Jamaicans should rejoice !
Whenever I do watch his program, I always wonder why anyone with a brain would agree to appear with him....he gives new meaning to rude and boorish.
He most certainly is not a journalist.
Marion
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Sorry M104 & Jacketwatch; my novel isn't about Jamaica, it be about de Bahamas, mons. Actually, there is only 5 pages about Jamaica, but it treats the island very kindly. Maybe I can post those 5 pages on this post, and you can read it in bed if you want to get to sleep fast. Actually, I'm heading to Jamaica for a reef survey in Negril. One of my fellow snorkelers just got back from Negril. His wife and toddler had a great time. They offered the taxi driver from the airport $100 to give them a complete island tour. He showed up the next day, on time, and toured them until lunch time, then took them back to their AI resort (??? Rui). They were dead tired after the tour, which included much hiking. After lunch, the taxi driver came back for them, which they didn't expect. "Well, you said for the whole day, didn't you?" he replied. It was dusk and they were miles from their resort, so he took them to his home and his wife served them a complete dinner, for no extra charge!!! The taxi driver and his family were literally thrilled to have them at their house. Let's face it, O'Reilly demonstrates why some animals eat their young. If you want to know the resort in Negril they stayed at, and the taxi cab driver's name, I can get it for you; I have a great memory now that I'm in my late 50's, it's just a trifle short and I have retrieval problems...otherwise, it's OK. Maybe I should have my reef snorkeling friend write in to O'Reilly?? Robert
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OK, OK; Gad! So many want to read a spy novel with a scene in Jamaica...so, here it is. By the way, it's got a bite from a publisher. Robert
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Chapter I: An Urgent Call To Come Home…To Key Largo
Cory Pearson sat at a table by the front window of the Key Lime Café in Key Largo, enjoying a conglomeration off the breakfast menu of steak and eggs, hash browns and grits, coffee and Key Lime pie. It was after 4pm, but with no time for breakfast or lunch, he didn’t care about the unusual request, and neither did the waitress. A customer decked out in cut-off jeans, sandals and a “Wastin’ Away At Margarittaville” T-Shirt sat at the counter, watching a small black and white TV while sipping beer and snacking on a complimentary cheese platter which was frequented by flies. A huge tarpon was mounted over the bar and every picture and sign hung slightly askew, including a Karaoke poster that read, “No Refunds For Songs We Don’t Play!” Cory thought to himself: CBIF went all out in acquiring this place. Definitely doesn’t want to draw the sport’s bar, college, punk rock, yuppie or corporate community.
He listened to the owner talking enthusiastically with the Jimmy Buffet Parrothead, describing how he miraculously acquired a state liquor permit and his renovation plans, including a backyard patio for bands, remodeling the downstairs bathrooms, and adding an addition for indoor dancing. Cory wondered what Caribbean Basin Interdiction Force‘s (CBIF) reasons were for taking over the joint, and how much they paid him. Of course, the owner didn’t know he was on their payroll, nor did he realize his newly-hired waitress was most likely a plant for the clandestine counter intelligence team. He gazed outside past the column of coconut palms and pink hibiscus decorating the front of the mom and pop restaurant. It was Friday and already an endless flow of traffic ventured west on Highway 1, heading to Key West. The waitress tapped a series of buttons on the aged but free jukebox in the corner. It took a while for her selections to come around, but finally a series of Buffet tunes played loudly, beginning with “Turnin’ Around”. Corey noticed two men talking in front of a small grocery store across Highway 1, and wondered if they were part of the surveillance crew for CBIF. Probably not, they’re too obvious. The real guys would not be noticed. They’re out there, somewhere, blending into the daily activities, invisible, and they’ve been tracking me since I left the safe house in Jamaica.
He never had second thoughts about joining CBIF. Of course, no one “joins” CBIF. Many work for the organization without realizing it. One may say Cory inadvertently became wrapped up in the secretive association. He believed he was working for the CIA before realizing something was out of the ordinary. Initially, the CIA selected and trained him to be a Special Operations and Program Officer (SOPA) to plan and coordinate covert missions throughout the Caribbean. When he set up “Operation Salt Flamingo” in the southern Bahamas, funding and resources suddenly seemed limitless. The execution of “Salt Flamingo” was flawless. The resources available to accomplish each step of the plan were instantly available. No red tape, cost restrictions, or organizational bottlenecks. Operational agents keep their thoughts to themselves, so Cory’s went unspoken. Since “Salt Flamingo“ Cory privately questioned whether he was still working for CIA. He wondered if his operations to build spy cells and to gather intelligence were backed by CIA…or someone else. Just a hunch, but his gut feelings were real. Not one piece of intel ever made it to the analysts at CIA Headquarters in Langley. Without Cory’s knowledge, it was relayed directly to General Thomas Morrison, the Directorate of Operations at CBIF.
Not only was the pay offer good, but his new career was for the salvation of democracy in North America. He didn’t “interdict” drug smugglers…he hunted down terrorists throughout the Caribbean Basin, America’s southern flank. The U.S. was truly at war, fighting an enemy that proved the methods used by CIA, FBI, and Homeland Security to be ineffective. All of his intelligence training, in fact, was ineffective. No, Cory didn’t have second thoughts about coming onboard with CBIF. His earlier years working homicide in Miami, joining the FBI and specializing in Forensic Psychology and Profiling at the FBI Academy in Quantico, then entering the CIA’s Clandestine Service Trainee Program left him ill-equipped to battle an enemy employing a world-wide, attack-oriented, team approach bent on suicide missions… to bring the U.S. to its knees.
A cell phone musical chime interrupted his secret thoughts. The waitress retrieved it from her apron and spoke guardedly, while retreating to the back kitchen.
I hope this is the signal for me to come home. The counter-intelligence team must not have detected any one tailing me from Jamaica.
Cory thought about the hectic day he had, beginning with the early morning phone call. He chugged down the iced tea, wishing it were a cold beer.
********
An urgent call on his secure cell phone awoke Cory at 3:00 that morning. Of course, all calls at that hour sound urgent. “We need you to come home.” Then, a click. CBIF never minced words. Agency protocol established what happened next: proceed immediately to the Montego Bay Sangster International Airport and check your locker.
The rest put Corey on procedural autopilot. He threw a few favored clothes items, electric shaver and toothbrush together and vacated the premises, leaving the rest of his belongings behind. As he backed down the driveway of the condo, he quickly glanced down the street to see if the “cleaners” arrived. Yes, they were already there, parked a block away, waiting in a rusted-out, unobtrusive-looking, white van.
A few moments after Corey disappeared around a bend in the road, the van pulled into the driveway His temporary residence in Montego Bay would be expertly “sterilized” within 15 minutes. Before Corey reached his locker at the airport, the refrigerator, bed, ashtrays, wastebaskets, floors, ceilings, walls and cupboards were vacuumed and cleansed with chemical amalgamations which left no residue. Marks, smudges and physical clues that could suggest Corey and the Jamaican Cell Chiefs had been there disappeared. Dishes and buffet containers with leftover Ackee and saltfish, jerk pork, curried mutton, Fricassee chicken and coco bread were tossed into a rubber trash can, to be incinerated shortly. The cuisine was delivered by a 24-hour catering service named “Jamaican Cookery,” owned and operated by CBIF.
By the time Corey retrieved plane tickets, a carry-on bag with fresh clothes, further instructions, and $5,000 cash from the airport locker, the “cleaners” had already left the safe house. No paper trail, fingerprints, hair follicles, or potential DNA samples were left behind.
Despite an 85-ton take-off weight, the American Airlines Boeing 737-800 rocketed gently as it taxied to the main runway, lulling Corey to sleep. The pilot set the screw mechanism to extend the flaps and straps; the drilling sound further sedating him. Met with Jamaican Cell Chiefs until 2am, then roused at 3. Need sleep. Corey never heard the engines spool up or the high-pitched whine of the twin GE engines signaling take off. AS the landing gear tucked into the belly of the behemoth ship at 6:48 am, and the airliner began the ascent to 32,000 feet above the sparkling gin and turquoise-colored waters off Jamaica, Corey’s brain was spiking out beta waves.
The roar of the thrust reversers startled him out of a deep sleep as the Boeing touched down at Miami International at 9:24am. The 2 ½ hour slumber rejuvenated his mind somewhat. Thoughts of the three CBIF cells in Montego Bay and four in Kingston surfaced. It took years in the making, but the cell chiefs he so carefully groomed had operatives covertly working alongside parliament members, banking executives, import/export tycoons, and high-ranking police officials. Several had been promoted to influential positions. The hasty call to Key Largo puzzled him. What’s behind the urgent call to come home? Can’t have much to do with operations in Jamaica; no fresh intelligence twists or pressing problems surfaced there recently. CBIF-Jamaica was on track and secure, for now.
As instructed, Corey ended up at the Key Lime Café after climbing aboard an American Eagle from Miami International to Fort Myers-RSW airport, then catching a 1:15pm Cape Air Cessna, which was forced to weave around a large flock of gulls before touching down on the tarmac at Key West International at 2:05pm. He then climbed into a green Ford-250 pickup in the long-term parking space No. 43 and drove to this unpretentious little eatery at mile marker 102.8 in Key Largo and ordered a meal, as directed. I wonder how many CBIF agents have copies of my itinerary?
Cory finished chugging down his iced tea and savored the last bite of Key Lime pie. The waitress reappeared from the back kitchen, stuffing her cell phone back into her apron. She walked across the peanut shell-littered floor to his table and laid a receipt on the red-checkered, vinyl table cloth. He stared at the blank tab and understood, handing her an arbitrary amount of cash.
She smiled and said, “Thanks. Have a safe trip.“
Corey returned the smile. “The pleasure was mine. I must have a look at your wine list sometime.”
In the pickup, Corey took a miniature penlight from the glove compartment and shined it upon the blank receipt. Under the special UV light the words, “O.K. Come on home” appeared.
*********************************
Chapter I: An Urgent Call To Come Home…To Key Largo
Cory Pearson sat at a table by the front window of the Key Lime Café in Key Largo, enjoying a conglomeration off the breakfast menu of steak and eggs, hash browns and grits, coffee and Key Lime pie. It was after 4pm, but with no time for breakfast or lunch, he didn’t care about the unusual request, and neither did the waitress. A customer decked out in cut-off jeans, sandals and a “Wastin’ Away At Margarittaville” T-Shirt sat at the counter, watching a small black and white TV while sipping beer and snacking on a complimentary cheese platter which was frequented by flies. A huge tarpon was mounted over the bar and every picture and sign hung slightly askew, including a Karaoke poster that read, “No Refunds For Songs We Don’t Play!” Cory thought to himself: CBIF went all out in acquiring this place. Definitely doesn’t want to draw the sport’s bar, college, punk rock, yuppie or corporate community.
He listened to the owner talking enthusiastically with the Jimmy Buffet Parrothead, describing how he miraculously acquired a state liquor permit and his renovation plans, including a backyard patio for bands, remodeling the downstairs bathrooms, and adding an addition for indoor dancing. Cory wondered what Caribbean Basin Interdiction Force‘s (CBIF) reasons were for taking over the joint, and how much they paid him. Of course, the owner didn’t know he was on their payroll, nor did he realize his newly-hired waitress was most likely a plant for the clandestine counter intelligence team. He gazed outside past the column of coconut palms and pink hibiscus decorating the front of the mom and pop restaurant. It was Friday and already an endless flow of traffic ventured west on Highway 1, heading to Key West. The waitress tapped a series of buttons on the aged but free jukebox in the corner. It took a while for her selections to come around, but finally a series of Buffet tunes played loudly, beginning with “Turnin’ Around”. Corey noticed two men talking in front of a small grocery store across Highway 1, and wondered if they were part of the surveillance crew for CBIF. Probably not, they’re too obvious. The real guys would not be noticed. They’re out there, somewhere, blending into the daily activities, invisible, and they’ve been tracking me since I left the safe house in Jamaica.
He never had second thoughts about joining CBIF. Of course, no one “joins” CBIF. Many work for the organization without realizing it. One may say Cory inadvertently became wrapped up in the secretive association. He believed he was working for the CIA before realizing something was out of the ordinary. Initially, the CIA selected and trained him to be a Special Operations and Program Officer (SOPA) to plan and coordinate covert missions throughout the Caribbean. When he set up “Operation Salt Flamingo” in the southern Bahamas, funding and resources suddenly seemed limitless. The execution of “Salt Flamingo” was flawless. The resources available to accomplish each step of the plan were instantly available. No red tape, cost restrictions, or organizational bottlenecks. Operational agents keep their thoughts to themselves, so Cory’s went unspoken. Since “Salt Flamingo“ Cory privately questioned whether he was still working for CIA. He wondered if his operations to build spy cells and to gather intelligence were backed by CIA…or someone else. Just a hunch, but his gut feelings were real. Not one piece of intel ever made it to the analysts at CIA Headquarters in Langley. Without Cory’s knowledge, it was relayed directly to General Thomas Morrison, the Directorate of Operations at CBIF.
Not only was the pay offer good, but his new career was for the salvation of democracy in North America. He didn’t “interdict” drug smugglers…he hunted down terrorists throughout the Caribbean Basin, America’s southern flank. The U.S. was truly at war, fighting an enemy that proved the methods used by CIA, FBI, and Homeland Security to be ineffective. All of his intelligence training, in fact, was ineffective. No, Cory didn’t have second thoughts about coming onboard with CBIF. His earlier years working homicide in Miami, joining the FBI and specializing in Forensic Psychology and Profiling at the FBI Academy in Quantico, then entering the CIA’s Clandestine Service Trainee Program left him ill-equipped to battle an enemy employing a world-wide, attack-oriented, team approach bent on suicide missions… to bring the U.S. to its knees.
A cell phone musical chime interrupted his secret thoughts. The waitress retrieved it from her apron and spoke guardedly, while retreating to the back kitchen.
I hope this is the signal for me to come home. The counter-intelligence team must not have detected any one tailing me from Jamaica.
Cory thought about the hectic day he had, beginning with the early morning phone call. He chugged down the iced tea, wishing it were a cold beer.
********
An urgent call on his secure cell phone awoke Cory at 3:00 that morning. Of course, all calls at that hour sound urgent. “We need you to come home.” Then, a click. CBIF never minced words. Agency protocol established what happened next: proceed immediately to the Montego Bay Sangster International Airport and check your locker.
The rest put Corey on procedural autopilot. He threw a few favored clothes items, electric shaver and toothbrush together and vacated the premises, leaving the rest of his belongings behind. As he backed down the driveway of the condo, he quickly glanced down the street to see if the “cleaners” arrived. Yes, they were already there, parked a block away, waiting in a rusted-out, unobtrusive-looking, white van.
A few moments after Corey disappeared around a bend in the road, the van pulled into the driveway His temporary residence in Montego Bay would be expertly “sterilized” within 15 minutes. Before Corey reached his locker at the airport, the refrigerator, bed, ashtrays, wastebaskets, floors, ceilings, walls and cupboards were vacuumed and cleansed with chemical amalgamations which left no residue. Marks, smudges and physical clues that could suggest Corey and the Jamaican Cell Chiefs had been there disappeared. Dishes and buffet containers with leftover Ackee and saltfish, jerk pork, curried mutton, Fricassee chicken and coco bread were tossed into a rubber trash can, to be incinerated shortly. The cuisine was delivered by a 24-hour catering service named “Jamaican Cookery,” owned and operated by CBIF.
By the time Corey retrieved plane tickets, a carry-on bag with fresh clothes, further instructions, and $5,000 cash from the airport locker, the “cleaners” had already left the safe house. No paper trail, fingerprints, hair follicles, or potential DNA samples were left behind.
Despite an 85-ton take-off weight, the American Airlines Boeing 737-800 rocketed gently as it taxied to the main runway, lulling Corey to sleep. The pilot set the screw mechanism to extend the flaps and straps; the drilling sound further sedating him. Met with Jamaican Cell Chiefs until 2am, then roused at 3. Need sleep. Corey never heard the engines spool up or the high-pitched whine of the twin GE engines signaling take off. AS the landing gear tucked into the belly of the behemoth ship at 6:48 am, and the airliner began the ascent to 32,000 feet above the sparkling gin and turquoise-colored waters off Jamaica, Corey’s brain was spiking out beta waves.
The roar of the thrust reversers startled him out of a deep sleep as the Boeing touched down at Miami International at 9:24am. The 2 ½ hour slumber rejuvenated his mind somewhat. Thoughts of the three CBIF cells in Montego Bay and four in Kingston surfaced. It took years in the making, but the cell chiefs he so carefully groomed had operatives covertly working alongside parliament members, banking executives, import/export tycoons, and high-ranking police officials. Several had been promoted to influential positions. The hasty call to Key Largo puzzled him. What’s behind the urgent call to come home? Can’t have much to do with operations in Jamaica; no fresh intelligence twists or pressing problems surfaced there recently. CBIF-Jamaica was on track and secure, for now.
As instructed, Corey ended up at the Key Lime Café after climbing aboard an American Eagle from Miami International to Fort Myers-RSW airport, then catching a 1:15pm Cape Air Cessna, which was forced to weave around a large flock of gulls before touching down on the tarmac at Key West International at 2:05pm. He then climbed into a green Ford-250 pickup in the long-term parking space No. 43 and drove to this unpretentious little eatery at mile marker 102.8 in Key Largo and ordered a meal, as directed. I wonder how many CBIF agents have copies of my itinerary?
Cory finished chugging down his iced tea and savored the last bite of Key Lime pie. The waitress reappeared from the back kitchen, stuffing her cell phone back into her apron. She walked across the peanut shell-littered floor to his table and laid a receipt on the red-checkered, vinyl table cloth. He stared at the blank tab and understood, handing her an arbitrary amount of cash.
She smiled and said, “Thanks. Have a safe trip.“
Corey returned the smile. “The pleasure was mine. I must have a look at your wine list sometime.”
In the pickup, Corey took a miniature penlight from the glove compartment and shined it upon the blank receipt. Under the special UV light the words, “O.K. Come on home” appeared.
Jun 6th, 2005, 06:36 AM
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All,
I am a huge fan of Jamaica and have an extremely low opinion of O'Reilly. That said, I was concerned when I read last week that the U.S. State Dept had included Jamaica in the list of countries which is not doing enough to halt the trafficing of human beings. This includes out-right slavery and forces prostitution.
This is a great disappointment as I consider the Jamaica people to be the most friendly and hard working I know.
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I am a huge fan of Jamaica and have an extremely low opinion of O'Reilly. That said, I was concerned when I read last week that the U.S. State Dept had included Jamaica in the list of countries which is not doing enough to halt the trafficing of human beings. This includes out-right slavery and forces prostitution.
This is a great disappointment as I consider the Jamaica people to be the most friendly and hard working I know.
mm
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MM; I heard a brief blurp about the human trafficking on the news. Did you hear this on the O'Reilly Factor show? If you did, you must remember that he already has a narrow slant in his interviews, and nails people down when they try to broaden the topic discussion into relevant concepts. The trafficking may not be widespread, or substantially more than in other places to our south. The CNN news segment on it was minimal. Robert
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I got my info from my local paper. Also, see U.S. State Dept. report at this URL:
http://www.state.gov/g/tip/rls/tiprpt/2005/
Be sure to put this address onto a single line.
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http://www.state.gov/g/tip/rls/tiprpt/2005/
Be sure to put this address onto a single line.
mm
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Another note: Yes O'Reilly is a jerk in the extreme and his foaming at the mouth rants only depress me.
Re. Trafficking in Perons, the US is not exempt. Last year in Nashua, NH (my home town) a man and wife who ran a tree service were convicted of slavery for with-holding pay from guest workers from, yep, Jamaica and for reneging on amount of pay and living arrangements.
Irie. I love Ja.
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Re. Trafficking in Perons, the US is not exempt. Last year in Nashua, NH (my home town) a man and wife who ran a tree service were convicted of slavery for with-holding pay from guest workers from, yep, Jamaica and for reneging on amount of pay and living arrangements.
Irie. I love Ja.
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Christiegr,
Why on earth you would think I did not like Jamaica. For the record, I just came back from my second trip this year and planning my third (Christmas/ New Years). If someone is apprehensive about going to Jamaica or anywhere for that matter, you wont here my trying to convince thme to go. Dont need the burden of them not having a good vacation on my shoulders.
Why on earth you would think I did not like Jamaica. For the record, I just came back from my second trip this year and planning my third (Christmas/ New Years). If someone is apprehensive about going to Jamaica or anywhere for that matter, you wont here my trying to convince thme to go. Dont need the burden of them not having a good vacation on my shoulders.
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Jray...you miss understood me.I agreed with you that if someone is that concerned about a place..don't go.
Until I found this site..I would have never even considered Jamaica..but after months of reading and researching it has changed my mind.
Until I found this site..I would have never even considered Jamaica..but after months of reading and researching it has changed my mind.
