Island Paradise - Jamaica

This weeks feature is none other than the land of wood and water - Jamaica. Nestled in the beautiful Caribbean Sea, this island of 2.7 million inhabitants is the jewel in the Caribbean's crown. It is strategically located in the Greater Antilles and serves as an under-utilized gateway in that it is south of North America and north of South America. Furthermore, it is directly and indirectly surrounded by 3 major bodies if water: the Caribbean Sea, the Gulf of Mexico and the Atlantic Ocean. Being a mere 90 miles south of Cuba and not too far from the island of Hispaniola, Jamaica faces strong competition for tourists from its Spanish-speaking neighbors. The Dominican Republic, Puerto Rico and Mexico (Cancun) provide fierce competition even in a global recession.

Despite this fact, Jamaica is able to hold its own and maintain its slice of the Tourism 'pie' by offering a unique visitor experience, one which keeps many coming back year after year. Jamaica with year-round sunshine and pristine white sand beaches remains the envy of many a country, and this despite internal worries which range from economic to social.

Feature Attraction - Dunn's River Falls

The world famous Dunns River Falls is precisely so - world famous, for more reasons than one. It is one of Jamaica's national treasures, a place almost synonymous with the name Jamaica. There are few places where the Arawak name "Xayamaca" - land of rivers and springs is more relevant. It is truly one of the most beautiful spots on the island.

 Located near Ocho Rios, one of Jamaica's bustling resort centers, Dunn's River Falls is a unique natural wonder. With its location near to the sea, Dunn's River Falls has the distinction of being the only one of its kind in the Caribbean, if not the world. The waterfalls are staggered and span some 180 meters (600 feet). Several small lagoons exist there, interspersed between the vertical sections of the falls. Climbing up the waterfalls is a popular tourist activity and is often, but not exclusively performed with the help of tour guides from the park. The side of the falls is covered with lush, green vegetation that help shade the area from the sun. This helps keep the water cool as people try and climb the waterfall. The falls can be walked up with relative ease, often a human chain is used snaking up the falls behind the tour guide. Whenever you come to Jamaica, this is one attraction you do not want to miss!

Feature Hotel - Beaches Boscobel

This week’s feature hotel in Jamaica is the supremely family oriented Beaches Boscobel. Located in the resort town of Ocho Rios, this hotel provides a heavenly hideaway for the entire family on the shores of Jamaica’s stunning north coast. This resort is all about fun in the sun. They offer thrilling water sports from windsurfing to a 27,000 square-foot., state-of-art, waterpark on Pirates Island. An XBOX 360^® Game Garage and a golf clinic expressly for youngsters at nearby Sandals Golf & Country Club keeps tweens and teens blissfully occupied. While spectacular scenery from a beachfront chaise lounge set on the sugary sand facing the crystalline Caribbean Sea, soothes away all concerns, allowing parents to spend carefree days sipping icy, tropical concoctions in the warm, island sunshine. Let Beaches Boscobel captivate all your hearts. 

Resort Highlights 

Jamaica's only all-inclusive with golf for kids, Golf clinics for kids, Pirates Island Waterpark, 5 specialty restaurants, XBOX 360® Game Garage, 6 bars serving unlimited premium drinks, Supervised kids camp for kids of all ages 


IN THE WATER enjoy Canoes/Kayaks, 2 Whirlpools, Sail boats/Hobie Cats, Windsurfing, Hydrobikes, Scuba-diving, Water Park with 11 slides, 1 Swim-up Pool Bars, Hobie Cats, Glass Bottom Boat.


ON LAND enjoy, Table Tennis, Day/Night Tennis, Shuffleboards, Fitness Center, Billiards, Croquet, Board, Games, Spa Facilities.
 
Beaches Boscobel - a dream come true for kids and teens, while being the ultimate playground for adults.


  
Don't forget to visit the Beaches beaches.com website to get special rates and even free nights. 

You’re Know You’re Back When……….

Your car breaks down on your 1st day back.

One of your a/c unit breaks down on yr 2nd day back (waking your son by dripping on him at 5 a.m)

You have a 4 hour power cut on your 3rd day back.

You go to sleep to the sound of all the neighbourhood dogs barking (as usual).

You wake up to the sound of building contractors constructing yet more apartment blocks around you (from 7 a.m onwards).

The car you left in the courtyard is covered in thick dust.

Every day it’s 35’ & sunny.

Every day the pool is visited in order to cool off.

The cappuccino you get in a plastic cup at the pool STILL tastes fabulous.


It’s good to be back, it feels so familiar somehow…

10 Reasons To Be Glad.

The road we live in has finally been tarmaced. Hooray! No more muddy shoes & trousers this winter.

Our baby lemon tree is still alive. AND has some lemons on it.

We’ve killed the wasp nest successfully.

Our daughter has been promoted from child bike seat to tagalong. It’s much easier on the my legs (and bringing it meant I snuck an extra 20 kilos in the bike box)

We’re having the summer here, which we didn’t have in the U.K

The swimming pool should be open for another 2 weeks (& it’s so nearby)

Some friends invited themselves around this weekend. It’s so nice to have people here we can call friends.

I am going to teach IGCSE English at my son’s school.

There are new food items in the shops.

We won the Ashes. (I put that one in for my hubby)

A Real Thirst Quencher

I love the Lake District. We try and go to my 2nd cousin’s cottage there every summer when we are back in England. We went again this year. Reassuringly the same as ever.

The cottage is tucked into a little corner of the Lakes in a sleepy valley where the road runs out.

The cottage belonged to my great uncle. He saw a tiny advert in the Times, during the war, for 2 shepherds’ cottages, & bought it for £200. It was very near the place where he had spent his summers as a boy. No one quite knows why he was shipped off there for his summers, but ever since he had loved the Lake District. It has been in the family for nearly 70 years.

My great uncle was in shipping and lived in Henley all his working life. When he retired, he and his wife moved up to the cottage. I can’t help being amazed by this transition: such a contrast, from the manicured, bustling, suburban prettiness of Henley to the wild, remote & elemental environment of the Lakes.

The cottage had no central heating (it was installed about 10 yrs ago) no TV, a very basic (& cold) bathroom, a good 25 minutes drive from the nearest shop or post office, and in winter it was often snow bound. In fact they used to have to move down to a cottage lower down the fell because they would get snowed in. My great aunt lived there alone till she died in her eighties. It must have been a very isolated existence. There have been a few 'home improvements' since, but in essence it is much as I remember it when we visited them in my childhood.

To approach it, you have to climb up a steep winding fell in 1st gear, through a little hamlet, & then, at its gate you rattle over a cattle grid, & then climb again, up a steep grassy path, strewn with rocks & the odd rabbit skittering out of the way as the car bounces up the track.

The cottage itself is hunkered down into the hillside, the slate roof pulled snugly down, like a hat, against the cold. Like many Lakeland cottages, half the façade is stone, the other half white, the only man made splash of colour on the entire green canvas of the valley.

The garden is enclosed by a dry stonewall, designed to keep the sheep & the wilderness at bay, only marginally successfully. A stream runs through, and, because it is no longer permanently lived in, the foxgloves & nettles run wild.

Beyond the wall, behind the cottage is the boulder strewn hill side, site of ”The Bone Cave” & at least 2 other dens the children have made & which remain untouched from one visit to the next.

I love the fact that the children can run wild here, explore, make dens, collect sheep bones, climb rocks, scramble up the fell side.

I love it because it’s part of my history. I love the stories that emerge when talking about it to my mum, whose cousin inherited the cottage from his father. He adores the place, (in his 80s now), but because he married a Japanese woman, he has lived abroad all his life, with his 6 Japanese daughters, another dramatic contrast threaded into the fabric of a very Northern family. Fortunately one of his daughters lives in the U.K & has inherited her father & grandfather's passion for the Lakes. So the mantle has passed to her for more generations to enjoy it. That's a relief.

My great uncle passed on 2 properties when he died, 1 to each of his sons, both in the Lakes, 1 the snow bound shepherd's cottage, the other the winter abode down the hill. The other son hated the Lake District & sold it immediately. I'm glad my great uncle knew his sons well...

I also love the cottage because my grandparents loved it & visited regularly & so do my parents. I’m carrying on a family tradition.

But most of all I love it for the view.

Early each morning I pad downstairs in bare feet across the stone floor, shivering slightly, to make tea. The sitting room is damp & dark, a ‘winter by the fire’ room, but the warm fug of the kitchen hits me as I open the door. It has an ancient aga which is always on, so it is the cosiest room in the cottage, & is largely unchanged. It still has the tin opener mounted on the wall, the enamel green tea& coffee tins, the blue & white striped jars, kilner jars, a pantry, all exactly like my grandparents’ kitchen and so redolent of that era.)

I open the top half of the kitchen door & lean out sipping my tea& drinking in the view in greedy draughts, slaking my thirst on the beauty before me. It helps me replenish my reserves. I can never get enough of it.

I can never quite believe this unsullied landscape, utterly pristine: no litter, no dead dogs, no ugly buildings, no wind turbines. And no noise, just sheep bleating & the odd tractor & even more occasional vehicle. Even by the exacting standards of the British countryside, this is stunning

Just fells, green hills polka dotted with sheep, scratchy blankets of bracken & the tiny peephole of the lake below.

Just nature, green, rural Cumbrian England in all its gorgeousness.

I can’t wait to go back next year. I’m pretty sure it will still be the same.