Again, a narrow, potholed road hugged the coast for practically 40
kilometres until veering inland over the hills towards Morant Bay. In
the process, the route passed the famous Blue Lagoon, where I
stopped for a dip. Sadly, I didn’t resemble the 14-year-old Brooke
Shields in the movie of the same name, LOL. Still, the water was as
crystal clear as portrayed in the film.
Morant Bay – Kingston - 65 km
Loading the bike was at leisure as the distance to Kingston was short.
But, again, the day was a stinker as the path followed the coastal
route, which deteriorated the closer it got to Kingston. Mercifully,
being Sunday, the traffic was light. But, while slaving up one of the
few nasty hills, a bee flew under my cap and stung me on the eyelid.
Once in the city, I hunted down the Reggae Hostel, situated on the
outskirts of town but still within walking distance of shops. I was
pleasantly surprised to recognise travellers I had met in Ocho Rios
(it’s a small island, after all).
The following day, I woke with my eye swollen, virtually shut. A
pharmacy provided antihistamine syrup, but it made me sleepy, and I
refrained from retaking it. Apart from party, there wasn’t much to do
in Kingston, and I only stayed one more day, doing the routine rest
day chores and discovering all there was to see in famous Kingston
Town.