I’ve been postponing the writing of this post since my return on Monday. Partly because I had 1,200 pictures to edit; partly because I’ve been felled by jet-lag and have a full-time job; partly because to erect this post is to admit that my Jamaican love-fest is over. And that is hard — because whilst I anticipated turquoise sands, killer sunsets, jerk errythang and the sweet, omnipresent stench of ganja, I had no idea quite how incredible I would find this place. There’s nothing better for the soul than going away for 10 days with your best friend and laughing so hard that you pee, whilst keeping to the restorative routine of a Floridian OAP (7am-10pm) and leaving yourself receptive to the most jovial, kind-hearted people I have ever met (I made about 4,200 friends daily which more than made up for the drunk American who spoke about making less money from oil at 28p than 50p but thankfully, he “still made a shit load.”)
In terms of recommendations, I couldn’t recommend our trip more. We started with 5 nights at Jakes, a bohemian, Tatler-awarded (viva le nineties!) pretty pastel resort in the distinctly non-touristy Treasure Beach. You can do yoga there, head down to the beach for fresh lion-fish caught by Blowser and cooked in his shack (he kept calling me a ‘hattie hattttttie’ with delight), enjoy a salt-water pool and the incredible open-air beauty parlour (see my hair post-massage, sans hair-drier, on Instagram and then tell me I don’t have capricious hair) whilst eating at non-ritzy but totally delicious beach-side restaurants like Jack Spratt and Eggy’s.
The most incredible thing that we did whilst there was a trip to The Pelican Bar, a shack that’s situated 20 minutes into the ocean (the waters are shallow) and took 2 months to build. The drinks are strong and it witnesses the most incredible sunsets. I believe it earned the accolade of One Of My Instagram’s Most Liked. We then went on to 4 nights in Negril (like Montego Bay and Oche Rios it’s snazzier and a lot busier) which will be the subject of my next blog post. The only negatives I could add as an aside is that you have to walk a little way to access the beach as there is a jetty but no sand in front of Jakes and that the mosquitoes are rampant so take the strongest petrol-smelling repellant you can find. I can say hand on heart that I will return to this place; please, go for me, and kiss both it and the owners, too.
I’m wearing Bella Freud tank and Reformation x Camille Rowe shorts // Cecilie Copenhagen dress // ASOS kaftan and H&M mules // Free People blouse and vintage Levi’s shorts Mint Velvet lace tunic, Hermes scarf and vintage sunglasses // same as before plus ASOS sandals // crochet bikini made in Jamaica.comments powered by Disqus