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20Feb/120

Jamaica’s Burmese: A Hope for Democracy Back Home

Jamaica's Burmese community, I am told, is about 300 strong now. When my friend Jo arrived about 18 years ago, there were fewer than 100. Initially drawn by the availability of professional medical jobs in Jamaica (the island suffers from a chronic shortage of highly skilled medical professionals), friends followed friends, and families followed families, and the community is now quite successful.

Recent developments in Burma have sparked new hope for real change back home for this group. Many of them tell me of their support for the National League of Democracy, the political movement of Aung San Suu Kyi, back in the 1980's, and about how the government violently suppressed the peoples' calls for more democracy.

Now, for the first time in a long time, the NLD is being allowed to contest elections. Today, Jamaica's Burmese community held a potluck fundraiser for Suu Kyi and her bid for electoral office in Burma.

10Jan/120

King Fish in Port Antonio

The rainy season makes it a little harder to enjoy the beaches of Portland, on the North Coast of Jamaica. But that can't stop us from indulging in the bounties of the sea!

Saturday had us at a nice place on the outskirts of Port Antonio, in the Parish of Portland, called Anna Banana. The king fish steak, steamed, was excellent.

10Jan/120

The Living and the Dead in Jamaica

A friend once told me, as we drove together over the Blue Mountains from Kingston to the much more pleasant North Coast, that Jamaicans treat the dead better than the living.

The notorious Nigh Night, a massive party involving dancing, food, drink, music, and in some cases I hear, shots fired into the air, is the culmination to a long period of mourning and partying before a deceased person's soul is finally sent on its way.

Graves in Jamaica can range from the modest and tradition to the perhaps distastefully outlandish. This cemetery in St. Andrew, on the way to St. Mary, told a million little stories, from the memorials scratched in a grave while the cement was still wet, to the trash on the ground, the rum bottles and cookies laid on a loved one's shrine of a grave, to the elaborate mausoleumof a final resting place.

 

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9Oct/110

Sun sets on Kingston

9Oct/110

Jamaica’s National Plant Nursery

Next door to Hope Gardens, the national garden.

19Sep/110

You mean I get to do this for a job?

I stole the sign saying "Seating Reserved for Diplomatic Corps."

Jamaicans love their loud music in the first place, so a stadium packed with 30,000 rabid tribal political supporters, with as many airhorns, called for speakers this big.

Jamaica's People's National Party, currently the opposition party in government, held its final National Convention before the next general election, when its leadership promises to take back the government it lost to the Jamaican Labor Party in 2007. It has, indeed, been an eventful four years under JLP leadership, with what amounts to warfare in Tivoli Gardens, global recessions, changes in the tides of global powers and alliances, and a myriad domestic woes.

The public session on Sunday set an all time record for attendance.

Inspiring the crowd - Jamaican style.

 

 

4Sep/110

Snacking Through a Sunday

Sunday afternoon stirfrying, Jamaican veggies

 

 

Finally arrived in Kingston - FroYo!

Finally arrived in Kingston - FroYo!

Finally arrived in Kingston - FroYo!

My favorite Orange Seller, on Olivier Road

 

14Aug/110

Country Driving

23Jul/110

Another North Coast Jaunt

James Bond Beach

 

20Jun/110

Open Letter: From the Field

One in a series of introspective updates to my family and friends.

 

Life is strange, and it does strange things to us. It changes us (or,
more passively, we are changed by it...), even as it changes the world
around us, and the result seems to be that we are constantly preoccupied
with trying to figure out just what the hell is going on.

OK, so I exaggerate and romanticize, but only for
the innocent purpose of dramatic effect, and I couldn't think of how
else to begin an email after failing to write for a very long time.

I am currently riding down HW 95 in one of the many Washington - New
York commuter buses, on my way to D.C. after a wonderful weekend in
that intoxicating city, eating spectacular food and catching up with
friends I have not seen for far, far too long. After about ten months
in Kingston, Jamaica I am repatriated for the first time (the
involuntary trip last December to the hospital does not count) for a
week-long visit. I hope to fly back to the Caribbean and my pet fish
Alphonso this Sunday with a surplus of sleep, a palette tingling with
flavors other than jerk chicken, many deep conversations to ponder
over, and some name brand underwear and vitamins that would cost a
fortune in Jamaica, if I could even find them.


It is difficult to pick any single story to relate after so many weeks
and months, when each day seems to offer the novel, the bizarre,
challenging, uplifting or depressing. But I can say that I am very
much enjoying myself, for the most part, finding fulfillment and
challenge in the work I do, in the relationships I nurture and
develop, in my ability to indulge in exploring the environs of the
island and the broader world. I don't read, write, or sleep as much as
I'd like, but when have I ever really? All in all I count myself among
the lucky and privileged of the world, when it comes down to it.

Novels, poems, and memoirs have been written about the life of an
expatriate, and for good reason, because it is impossible to sum it up
in any concise way, let alone a single email. It is always the first
and most challenging question I get, "how is life overseas," and I
never answer to my satisfaction. My book will probably be a mix of an
Anthony Bourdain travel-food book or tv show, "On The Road," "The Ugly
American," etc (I'm no good at citing literature, like I said I don't
read enough...).

This email/novel is getting a bit long already, so I will have to get in the habit of writing more often. Or, better perhaps, you should encourage me to write at www.tedmeinhover.com more frequently.