Hello, fellow blockchainers.
I see you all posting your amazing travel blogs and thought I'd try to make my first blog post ever.
All the pictures are mine and please, forgive my rusty english.
Before you continue to read this story be aware of the fact that some of parts of the story contain explicit content.
About ten years ago I decided I want to travel. I didn't have a plan, I didn't know what I want to do in life. All I knew was that travel would maybe help me find answers. I had to get away from the life I was living. My eyes locked onto the future, the questions in my head were breathing heavy on me. What is to become of me? What will I do with my life? What does life want from me? What is my purpose in life?
It took me about two years to get enough money to support me in the beginning on my way around the world.
It all started on 16th September 2016. The first destination was Jamaica. I only had a hotel booking for first few weeks and cheap plane tickets. I had been dreaming about that day for eleven years. Somehow I knew from a very young age that that is where it all will start.
This is my untold story. Where better to do it here, right?
I had no plan other than I would spend the next six months there.
On the first very early morning in Negril I met this guy named Wayne. He was the hustler guy. He was looking for customers as usual. Hustler is probably one of the most popular professions in Jamaica.
He started yelling from far away trying to get attention. Well what can I say, I was ready for everything and he succeeded to show me around. He later became my mentor. I thank him for teaching me the Jamaican style of life.
This is Wayne and his fishing buddies ripping me off on the first week.
He took me around, showed me his friends. One of whom I had seen on Youtube prior to embarking on the quest for knowledge. For me this was a sign of being in the right place with right people.
Over the first month we became good friends with Wayne. He took me to his home where he lived with two of his brothers - Macca and Freddy. Macca was the music guy, he owned a van that had a small earthquake sound system built in. You could always hear him coming up the valley side with the newest tunes. Freddy was the oldest brother and a rastaman. He would wake up early, 5 a.m, say his prayers, give thanks to live another day and head to work on his farm on a nearby mountain side.
This is me in front of the property. It was about 30 km from Negril. Last ten km was only uphill on winy jungle roads. It was on top of the Jericho Mountain. It was lovely, no tourist around and about 10 km from the nearest small city, Lucia.
The brothers had land and they farmed it for coconuts, cacao, bananas, pineapples, peppers, ackee, soursop, breadfruit and other fruits. I grew up on a farm so I was fitting right in.
90% of the food I ate was fresh fruits and vegetables. It was super healthy by design. Older brother, Freddy the Rastaman, wouldn't eat almost any meat. Sometimes but rarely he would have some fish.
The view from the top of the house was amazing.
This is the place I called home for all those six months.
I fixed the place up as well as I could. All doors and windows got painted white. Also the table, bed and cupboard.
The floor I poured over with cement to make it even and give it a nice new look.
Wayne rented the place to me and he would sleep in the car. That is a good example of Jamaican style as Wayne the hustlers character. He wouldn't give a damn if he had to sleep in the car for six months. All he wanted was money.
When I first got to the apartment where I was gonna stay was in a really bad shape. Wayne had puppies living in there since he was breeding guard dogs for keeping the property safe and, go figure, wild boar hunting. I heard about many of his hunts where he actually go a wild boar.
I'm not sure if that was true because Jamaicans, most definitely Wayne, can be masters of lying. The scope of the lies, theatrical pieces and amazing stories to get into your head were breathtaking. It was amazing to see the schemes in work that they come up with just to get money.
Wayne told me that I was too soft and that he'd teach me. It was not bad at all. I had to pay for some of those lessons but I learned quick and in a few months I had no more problems. He would take me to "work" when he would go to Negril to hustle tourists to sell them something, grant their wishes, get free drinks, you name it. I must say he was pretty good at his work and I learned a lot from him.
Negril beach
Negril river
While Wayne was working I would usually be somewhere on the beach. Reading, writing, making friends. Days where the same, life on the beach. It was amazingy relaxing.
Some days I would pay for gas and we would go high up into the mountains to small waterfalls for a swim in the fresh water.
And see kids going home from school.
Most of the days it was just blissful sunset.
I was on the road for two and a half years.
Should I keep writing?
Thanks for some feedback guys.
I leave you with a quote.
"Anything a human mind can belive, the human mind can achieve."
Have fun with life!