Jamaica expierence
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As the rear plane door lifted, hot, humid air filled the cabin. I knew then the world i was entering into was unlike home.
The trip from Montego Bay to the West end of Negril was fifty ashtonishing minutes, what I was seeing was far too much for the mind to comprehend in one trip. Everything around me was so green, the hills, the trees, the plants so full of life. The water so blue and pristine, sparkles so bright as the sun gazed it's hot glare upon its surface. When we stopped for the first time in a small town named Lucea, I seen first hand how different the people and the culture really was. Everyone was so different, you couldn't pick out exactly what was so different at first, the mind was already taken by so many fascinating sites. The people were frightening but yet intriguing. The sun slowly set over the beautiful horizon and when the last peak of the bright sun faded out of site, this world was engulfed in darkness within a matter of minutes.
As our trip to the West End came to a close upon reaching our destination the first thing I realized was the sound all around me, thousands of different noises coming from bushes and trees, all undestinguished...