Jamaica
Cindy and I went to Jamaica in 1979. This was our first trip out of the country together. I was warned that because I had a moustache, I would be approached by drug dealers. Sure enough, a guy working in the airport handling baggage offered to sell me some ganja. Nope, not interested. In Ocho Rios, a Rastafarian was sure I needed to by some cocaine from him. I told him I could have a good time without coke. His response was, "Cool, mon."
Here are our photos from Jamaica in absolutely no order.
Here are our photos from Jamaica in absolutely no order.