Good Monday morning. I’ve discovered this video recently- it is a rough approximation of the coaster ride I have to work in the morning. Although mine is a little bit more exciting, as in, I’m standing up, often almost dangling out the door. And the music is blaring. I’m aware that I keep writing about the coaster. I think I could write a post every day- the experience varies that much and is that interesting. It also encapsulates a lot of what is unique and lovable about Jamaica.

So this morning, I got hustled on and stood as usual, crammed against a couple of guys. I eventually got a seat and then clued in to the music. It was LOUD as usual and a seemingly tender ballad. But as I listened to the lyrics, they were extremely explicit and detailed. But everyone just sits there…some nodding their heads, a couple singing along. It was bizarre, and a little disturbing, considering there were several children on board.

Yesterday, it rained all day on and off. Torrential rains. I went for a long run in the morning and got caught in it. Running in the rain, for me, is lovely. But the people I passed seemed quite alarmed that I continued to run and didn’t scramble under a shelter. Several people also apparently found it hilarious and a few just felt the need to observe and vocalize that I was running in the rain. It was heavy, though, and a couple times I was up to my ankles in water. But I made it home safely, albeit drenched. It threatens to rain again today and is oppressively humid. But at least it is not snowing, as it is in Ottawa.