Let's write about: the roadside stall.
I'll conclude our Jamaican odyssey with these three. First up the inspiration for this prompt, one of the many roadside stalls to be found all over the country:
We bought a pineapple and the guy sliced it up for us. It was... pretty much the best thing ever. We spent our final night just outside Falmouth on the north coast. We were right on the beach, part of which you can see here:
We decided to get up early (okay, early for me) to see our final sunrise before heading to Montego Bay to catch our flight home:
I'll probably share a few more pictures at random, but this marks the end of the photo overload for now. Once I have all of them uploaded I'll share a link to the full gallery in case anyone wants to see them all.
The car pulls up in front of my stall, a cloud of dust momentarily obscuring the vehicle and the passengers within. Customers at last! I put on my most charming smile and ready my sales pitch.
"Hey, how's it going?" the driver says through a rolled down window.
"Just another day in paradise, my friend!" I reply with a laugh. Why isn't he getting out?
"Can you tell us if we're heading in the right direction for Blackwood City?"
"Yup, you're on the right track! But it's a long way to go still, maybe you'd like some -"
"All right, thanks man!"
And with that they're gone in another brown and grey haze. I sigh heavily before taking out a cloth from my back pocket and dusting off my display of hand grenades.