Day Two

Today, we were actually going to Jamaica. The airport in Havana was crowded with people coming and going on vacation. We finally found a flight that could take us to Jamaica, and after yesterday’s commotion, we couldn’t wait to get our feet on some Jamaican soil.

The plane was a lot smaller than the one we had yesterday, so the flight took a couple of hours longer than expected, and we didn’t make it to Jamaica until 2 PM. We were still relieved when we made it out of the airport with our luggage behind us and a cab waiting to take us to the hotel, and it would have been even better, hadn’t it been for the cab driver’s lack of any interpretation of English and if we hadn’t lost the map on our way through the airport.

Today’s hotel was a five star luxury hotel, which fit our high Norwegian standards much better than the crummy shack we spent the night in the day before. It had a pool in the back, room service, pay-tv, two large beds and a breakfast buffet waiting for us in the morning.


Exhausted, we threw our bags on the gigantic beds and turned on the TV. Ola took a dip in the pool, while I visited the hotel bar.

Our schedule had been pushed forward dramatically due to the one-day delay in Cuba, so roaming the beaches and shopping for souvenirs suddenly became a thing of the nonexistent past. However, the thing we know had to look forward to, was a classic reggae concert the next day.

The rest of the evening we used to walk around the streets of downtown Kingston, looking at the eccentric lifestyle that can be found in Jamaica, and what the local residents were like, and how they live.

After getting a new map and a few souvenirs at the local tourist shop, we went back to the hotel, to get a good night’s sleep. After all, we had a long day ahead of us.















Our hotel





















The local beach