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| A journey not for the faint of heart, as the beginnings of an evil empire can be seen near the top of the hill shown below, something the native people call "Embrace Tiger, Welcome Mountain". Loosely translated to Jam-Speak and back again, it means, "No Littering" |
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| Behold the land of the Ompa Loompas! Those that see these 'thar hills have much to hide! Hey, is that Jar Jar Binks? |
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| "I want an Ompa Loompa daddy, and I want it now!" |
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| Elvis was spotted near here. Below, the mamme bay area, as seen from the top of the hill. |
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| A storm over the bay, and the sharks go wild. 26.5 tourists a month are eaten by sharks in mamme bay, year in and year out. But dang is it fun! |
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| ...I like to call this one, "The Road". I thinks that says it all. |
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| Do we look like tourists, or what? All white people stand out in Jamaica. Getting a tan early is important, after all who wants to be a "whitie"? |
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| The Jan and Dave team, in a spread that stretches for 30 miles. |
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| Susan and Mark, trying not to get blown away. A split instant after this picture was taken, a falling coconut struck me unconscious and sent me into wild convulsions. I died later at the hospital. |
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| We shudda ate dare, we shudda. Couda we? Dough Nough. |
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| The land of eight rivers, Ocho Rios, as seen from far above. If one isn't drinking, supplemental oxygen is not required. |
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| You have to hang on tight to the moment, because once it's gone you can never get it back. Above, a little moment hanging. Listening carefully, one can almost make out the sound of one hand clapping. In the distance, Mamme Bay gets rain. |
Murphy Hill