Cave Exploration Jamaican Style
- Tuesday, 08 February 2011 22:23
A way to tell if a person is a “bushman” (Jamaican slang for someone who was raised in the countryside) is to learn more about some of their experiences growing up. Caves are found in hilly areas and these places are usually rural areas. If a Jamaican person tells you that they have knowledge of caves then they are probably from the country and it’s an exceptional place to be because, cave exploration can be incredibly fun and yet test you on so many different levels.
I can remember clearly those days when I would hear stories of people getting trapped in the cave because they were too fat to fit through the rocks. The funniest of the stories is one where a friend was in the cave with some other people and a bat flew and landed on him and he ran out of the cave screaming and fanning the bat away. Imagine a gigantic man running out from a cave with a baseball bat in hand screaming like a little girl. If that is not entertainment then I’m not sure what is.
Some of my fondest memories can be traced back to me walking with a kerosene lamp in hand with the wick slowly burning and a baseball bat in the other hand for protection against bats. It used to be that cave exploration was a scary thing but after a while you would get used to it and you could just enjoy the scenery as you climbed on your belly through small pathways underground. Usually you’d end up deep down until one of your friends screamed Jamaican patwa“woooiiii mi ago ded!!”(I’m going to die), only to realize that there was nothing ahead of them.
A few tips for cave exploration if you ever plan on going through caves. Never go alone, because if something happens to you then it’s you, yourself, and you whom are left to figure it out. Always carry a torch even at daytime because it can get dark and scary. That’s about it. If you are doing it Jamaica just have fun and go try to go too far.
The Hunt for Jamaican Mangoes
- Saturday, 02 October 2010 00:55
If you know any Jamaican person you will know that one thing that most Jamaicans, like to eat mangoes. There is just something about this sweet, meaty, fleshy fruit that we cannot resist. Well there is a place in Jamaica known as “Bagdill” in the great parish of Saint Elizabeth. This parish is home of the best Jamaican food. In this story I will talk about some experiences going into the forests to pick mangoes and how fun and dangerous it can be. To protect the people from my childhood I will use fake names to represent them.
Have you ever been on a journey where it started out badly and ended badly? Where you felt like nothing could be worse than what it was now, but things DID get worse? Well welcome to the life of “Craig” and “Puddy”, one a big fat guy who could do an entire complex trigonometry equation in his head, but could barely climb a tree. And puddy who was his neighbor and got his name from the incredible big head. This head had once been stuck between two metal bars and his mother had to pry the bars open to remove his head.
Now they decided to go to bagdill, which would have been a good idea except for the fact that it had rained. Since bagdill is the name given by the locals to basically a path into the hills with lots and lots of mango trees, lots of dangerous caves and lots of dangerous animals it would be foolish to go when it rained. This is made worse by the fact that a part of the journey involves going up a clay hill. For you that don’t know when there is a hard clay path and it rains then the path becomes VERY slippery.
The trip was very standard however BUT when they were coming back that’s when it happened. Puddy suddenly slipped he came tumbling down, his bucket filled with mango’s rolling behind him, his clothes covered in mud, his friend craig coming down slowly tried not to follow in his footsteps, but he slid down and landed flat on his face. He got up and realized that his entire bucket of mangoes had been spilt. And he started shouting in jamaican patwa in dismay.
This was a very hurtful experience but you never lose the lesson and the lesson was. Do not go up a clay path when it rains.
Any questions and comments and suggestions and critiques would be appreciated.
Thank You for reading.