Otis Rubottom
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Destination Jamaica

The afternoon rains in Kingston have begun. For weeks there’s been a dry spell, but now, on the day of my arrival, the skies have opened and the streets are overflowing with water. Not a good sign, since I’m set to head into the Blue Mountains to visit a coffee farm. If the rain keeps up, I won’t be able to see a thing, not to mention make it up the narrow road into the mountains. Luckily, the downpour subsides and mellows into mist. Winding into the hills above Jamaica’s capital, city life quickly gives way to a rural pace. Goats graze above the road, and houses are few and far between. As the road curves, the view reveals itself, an impressive sweep of verdant hills and the arc of Kingston Harbor.


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