Suddenly the Jamaican coastline cuts a shape in the blue ocean beneath the aeroplane hot with bodies eager for tires to strike tarmac and each person to filter out into the tropical climes. For a place with a mellow mythos, life sure can come at you quick and fast if you tag onto the various veins of energy pulsating through the island. Before you have a chance to loosen a shirt button and down an ice cold cola as the sun sets behind you, moonlight illuminates the coastline and the sound-system’s bass bins cave out your chest cavity and blast any notion of negating tinnitus damage into smithereens. Men and women take turns holding court on the soft sand dance floor. Nearby motorcycle engines are revved into the red as their petrol tanks are lit on fire, instantly sending any grasp of fuel and flame safety protocols you held up in flames. The senses are stimulated into delirium; surely a large energy life source exists here under these hills! Blue Mountain sparks curiosity and so you toot your way around each tight turn and follow the whiff of coffee beans or cannabis buds like a cartoon hand made from a puff of smoke that beckons you along with a finger. Each morning the ocean water welcomes you with a warm embrace like an old and familiar friend who dresses exclusively in tones of blue and aquamarine and turquoise that magnificently change colour depending on the position of the sun. Days are hot and melt into each other over sweet slices of relief each cool evening, but heat rises off the earth 24/7. Kindness begets kindness, community welcomes communion. Put your feet down one after the other and walk good.
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