Jamaica - A walk up into the hills 1/2

 

Every morning the fitness director led a "Power Walk" class on walks outside the resort. It is probably not safe for tourists to leave the resort unescorted. This morning the walk was going to go up in the hills overlooking the beach so I - bad back and all - went with. Those of you who live with pain and also have trouble walking will appreciate that I could not keep up with the power walkers. The poor fitness director thought it was just a matter of the fat guy (me) not being able to keep up. Mary nicely explained to him that I was not lazy but crippled. All this is by way of explaining that all my pictures show the backs of the walkers, as I was always the last person. Stopping for seconds to snap a picture would put me even farther behind.
At this point in the walk we have already had our most interesting occurance - passing some road maintanence workers. About a dozen guys were by a dump truck leaning on their shovels. They were openly smoking marijuana: I thought better of taking their picture. I nodded to one guy as we passed, and he said, "What do you have for the bushman?". I guess nothing, buddy.
The big guy in the white shirt is a visiting minister who came along on the walk. We weren't sure of who he was at first, we wondered if he was a local following our group. He was very friendly and seemed to enjoy the sights as much as we did. You may notice how far behind the group I am. This nice gentleman hung back and kept me company.
Isn't this beautiful? I think the purpose of this road is for future housing, so who knows if it still exists in the primitive state.