Rocky Point, Jamaica

We traveled to the eastern edge of the island yesterday. Along the way we stopped to meet up with a family friend. He beckoned to someone else who was going that way. We ended up following them to pick up their daughter. Then they took us to the beach at Rocky Point and had lunch with us. What a pleasant family! It turned out the husband, Dennis, had the same job in the same company E had left when she decided to go to the US to college (quality control in a consumer products company). We had a really nice time talking to them and enjoying the beach and fried fish. The only downside was the sand flies! Their son is to the right.

The roads going east are in terrible shape in some spots. The hurricanes have stripped the asphalt, and the ruts/potholes are very bad. In places, where the sea is alongside, the roads are undercut and marked with spots you cannot drive on. The Yallahs River wash is in its usual terrible state. It looks like a bridge is going in, but at a glacial pace (glaciers are even slower in the tropics...) I am guessing that a tunnel would be much more sensible. A trench burial would work OK, if it was taken deep enough. This spot is perpetually breached in storms and hurricanes. E remembers being trapped on the Yallahs side in her earlier life.