We had a brief layover in Miami that turned out to be an extra-long layover with not one, two, three, or four…but five gate changes. It was past midnight by the time we arrived, and transportation options were limited. So we went with what was offered. Which was not necessarily the safest route, but really, the ONLY route, as it was a ninety minute drive from Montego Bay Airport to our hotel in Negril.
We were exhausted but hungry. And when I’m hungry, nothing matters but getting a bite to eat. Zubair and I were driven to the hotel by a man who managed to be all at once, friendly, extremely sketchy, nosy, and had plans to do other business with us on the side (!) The drive was unsettling, but I was so hungry, and asked that he stop off at this jerk chicken stand on the side of the street thirty minutes into the ride.
We each had an order of jerk chicken (quarter of a chicken each) – hot, heavily spiced and very satisfying, bones and all. Pardon, the photo is so blurry. I was scared we were going to be kidnapped (seriously!) or something horrible…could not focus on much else. I spent 50% of the trip really excited, and 50% really scared – there was no middle ground. This was meant to be a relaxing vacation, but I came back miles more exhausted than planned ^_^
Regardless, I was in wonderful company, so no regrets :)