Road Trip Jamaica Photo Series: From May Pen's Bustamante Highway to Mandeville
This hub is a continuation of http://hubpages.com/hub/Island-in-Motion-A-Series-of-Smart-Phone-Pictures.
I don't want you to think it was any vacation thingy. Just another day in the life of yours truly, but this time highly motivated about my online writing responsibilities so I deliberately went shutter crazy with the smart phone's camera.
The previous hub ended with photo of the rain creating a surrealistic mood on the Bustamante Highway on the outskirts of May Pen. Let's take it from there.
The Many Moods of May Pen
Railway Crossing to Historic Porus
With May Pen behind us we continue westward, cross the railway, and begin the climb at Scott's Pass as we head into Porus and mountainous Manchester. A driver must look out for the large trucks heading out of the countryside and going in the opposite direction. Numerous roadside stalls offer ackee, ripe bananas, oranges, naseberries, jackfruits, pineapples, and more. This was not a trip to catch closeups of all that. We were just a tired couple driving home in a hurry. And I was shooting through the windscreen non-stop..
Porus to Williamsfield, Guinep and All
As soon as you get out of Porus you exhale with the joy of leaving the narrow roads behind as you motor up the Melrose Bypass. I tried to get a quick shot of the greenhouse complex.
Guinep, a green-skinned lychee-like fruit with a tart to sweet taste is in season. It must be the only fruit on the planet that I don't like. Especially because it stains and offers very little volume for the bother. It so happens that guinep is the beloved's number two fruit. I just can't understand how an intelligent person buys fruit from a roadside vendor and pops it into her mouth right away in order to break the tough skin and suck the little juice off the seed. The idea! With my sensitivity I would have gastroenteritis for a week. No wonder I don't want to do much kissing during guinep season.
The irony is that such people live to be 150 while the hypochondriac bedfellows like me hardly get to see threescore years and ten!!!
Williamsfield, Royal Flats, and Mandeville
The next small town which is part of Greater Mandeville, is Royal Flats. Then a few more hairpin bends and we are nearly home.
For security reasons I will not show the pictures of my son's high school. But will take a few snapshots as we ascend the road to Northern Caribbean University, and finally we are home.
