Between the Jerk Stand & the Jerk Stand

When we arrived in Port Antonio darkness surrounded us. There were few street signs let alone street lights on our journey across the island, and we took countless wrong turns. Luckily Jamaica is small and you realize pretty quickly when you are not where you are supposed to be. We had a few I’m-laughing-so-hard-I’m-crying-moments along the way when our GPS had us positioned in the Ocean, and another when I got pulled over for speeding, and the police officer offered me his phone number instead of a citation.

Here we were, finally arrived in the small town of Boston Bay, and after circling back 3 times, still unable to locate our hotel we stopped to ask for directions. The conversation ended in yet another roar of laughter, ” Its between the jerk stand and the jerk stand.” the man in the darkness repeated over and over again in his thick Patois. If you knew how many jerk stands are in Jamaica you would laugh too, but this guy was speaking the truth! We realized this the following morning in daylight, as we feasted on the most delicious jerk chicken of the trip. It ends up the Great Huts sign had blown away in the last hurricane, and has never found its way back up.  I am happy about this, as it was worth the added element of adventure.