Leftover Turkey?

Ah yes, the leftovers. Thanksgiving itself is always wonderful – the gathering of family and friends, a bit of leisure, and of course, the food. It is the latter that keeps on giving days after the actual celebration – there is always more food prepared than can be consumed at one time.

The turkey was not exactly easy to come by here in Jamaica, and it wasn’t quite the same without my family around. But it was still good, and was especially tasty in today’s stirfry with a bunch of Jamaican vegetables.

Happy Thanksgiving.

More about fish

One of the local staff at work takes orders for fish from a local fisherman. Today he brought in parrot fish for me – always a bit of a gamble, trying a fish you’ve never seen that is named after something with feathers – but this time it paid off. Grilled with garlic and some liquid aminos, the meat is firm and a little bit tangy. (Note: it looked even better AFTER it was cooked…)

Jamaican Parrot fish, fresh from the sea

Morant Bay

The aesthetics of my noon time meal were memorable,

Steamed fish at Lyssons Beach, outside Morant Bay
Lyssons Beach

unfortunately, it was apparent the fish was not the freshest, and the meal was about a B. But that wasn’t really the point. The point was that I was sitting outside eating a steamed fish on a rural beach on the south coast of Jamaica, tired and a bit gritty from the motorbike ride through the mountains and gullies of highway A4, which fallows the coast line.

This town is now mine

Alright, enough of this lack of mobility. There’s a lot of Kingston to discover, and some good gettin’ lost to get done. Shiny new helmet, new tires. Perhaps not the most testosterone-charged two-wheeled vehicle on the streets, but perfect for maneuvering Kingston’s ridiculous traffic and for saving on gas money.

Vroom. This needs a soundtrack.

After the Storm

Hurricane/Tropical Storm Tomas certainly could have been a lot worse for us here in Kingston. In fact, we were almost completely spared the destruction seen in a few places on the East of the island, and certainly have not seen the kind of disease threats that the Haitians living in IDP camps are facing.

Damage from Tomas in eastern Jamaica

Instead, I awoke this morning, the wind howling outside and whining as it forced its way through the seals of the windows and doors, but the rising sun breaking through clouds to the east. And off to the west, a strong rainbow let us know that, while there is most certainly still moisture in the air, a little sunshine can go a long way.

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