The journey continued… I must admit that we got lost a few times, but even the dead ends had somethings worth experiencing. The hillsides were garnished with escallion farmlands. Then it dawned on me, St. Elizabeth was the first parish in Jamaica to have received electricity in 1893.
We drove for a few miles, the laughs were endless and I was tired as I hadn’t slept the night before my birthday as I was too exited for the day ahead. Ultimately we came to another stop. Instantly my heart stopped beating, I froze from reading a sign on location that read J. Charles Swaby Black River Safari. The Black River Safari, the countries largest navigated river is known for its natural habitat of over 100 species with its most famous residents, endangered crocodiles. A tour recommended for nature lovers like myself but my fear of this kind of reptile would not allow it. I was adamant that this wasn’t how I imagined my birthday and I wasn’t going on the Safari. Call me lame, but I believe that some fears are not meant to be encountered.
The rains had stopped and it was sunny bright… I thought to myself, what will we be doing in Montego Bay. We hadn’t stopped for food in awhile and I was starving. But my appetite was filled from all the adventures experienced and those that were waiting.
We stopped briefly to check in where we would spend the night, my first airbnb experience.
Once again we were on our way to a destination unknown. Again he uttered the words, “close your eyes” which I did being as I am “obedient”. We drove for a few miles along a road way I’ve never been. Suddenly the place felt cool and I somehow knew we were driving close to a river. Then there was the sign, Welcome to Martha Brae River Rafting.
I couldn’t contain my excitement, I had never gone rafting before in my life and this was about to be the ultimate experience.
We checked in, changed and headed to the river for our one and a half hour rafting session. We had one awesome captain, he was very informative and made our experience worthwhile.
Yup and there I was, with the captain, teaching me about the rafting techniques. Just to mention, it is waaaaay harder than it looks. By the time I was through, my arms were tired.
The stretch of river was tranquil. Vendors displayed their art at different sections along the strip.
Some water frolicking was definitely happening and they thrilled us with their skills as we passed them by. A gentleman further along was fishing, we spoke briefly and he hinted that he was trying to make a catch for his Sunday dinner.
This was the relaxing part of the celebration and I got to share it one of the most amazing person in my life.
I must admit that I cannot swim but the water was so tempting that I atleast had to get my feet in. Yes the water was green from all the lush greenery but I trusted this, somehow.
To top it off, it began to rain, in that moment I couldn’t have asked for another memory. We weren’t concerned about the rain, because it made the trip everything it was intended to be.
At the end of the session there were many rafts from the days activities at Martha Brae. We were the second to last ones for the day before it was closing time. We stood at the little restaurant and waited for our ride back to the top. The rains pounded on the zinc covering and were in awe of the many rafts that were floating in their parking area. An amazing skill given to mankind to manufacture a floating water navigator from dried bamboos.
To be continued…