It’s Saturday morning and here I am in the office in Jamaica, but at least with a view overlooking Kingston through the bougainvillea which surrounds the building on all floors. Having said that it is mega humid but overcast and rained yesterday. Not exactly like Bletchley, except for the rain. The flowers are fabulous, bird life sparse (but it is a city), few cute cats andseveral mangy looking dogs (apparently at night they race around in packs but I never hear them above the noise of the AC unit) and the odd goats and I did see two delightful skinny, black pigs (their ribs are very good).
Food is plentiful and cheap, especially in the canteen – loads of rice and peas (ie kidney peas) and v spicy, either bits of chicken with bones or whole fish with a zillion bones. Some pork ribs, but basically American. Good salads, but it takes ages to be served even when you are being served; several ladies each of whom must add something to your plate. I want to find a supermarket and have a look around. Loads of food selling street vendors. The guys are offered ganja and women – Steve would love it.
Roads are not well maintained to say the least, seldom lit and ill marked and many cars have very dim headlights and of course it gets pitch black at 18:15 or so promptly – no dusk – all of which makes for interesting road journeys. Everyone is concerned about lone females walking, and insists you take taxis.
As from tonight, I’m the only person on my project staying in my hotel, which should be jolly (NOT). Breakfast at 06:30 normally and then en masse walk to the office. Not sure what I shall do about that next week. Taxis seem to me ridiculous, but on the other hand I don’t really want to lose the laptop. Part of the walk is across a v well maintained park, with lovely flowers, most of which I vaguely recognize but can’t name. Fabulous colours.
Went to the warehouse on Thursday – good view across the huge natural harbour.
Ah well, better press on. Love to everyone
Regards
—Rosemary