After a 9 hour flight with a dodgy touch down the plane broke into applause at the fact that we were on Jamaican soil in one piece! After extended customs and immigration, and a bizzare baggage retrieval system we managed to spot David in the crowd, leaping around and shouting "Welcome to Jamica mon!" David seemed to have embraced the Jamaican way of driving - dodging potholes, beeping his horn and cutting people off like a local. As if that wasn't scary enough Mark looked up only to see what looked like a gun being pointed at us by a local on the side of the road. The following day was David's 60th Birthday, which he managed to extend to 3 nights of evening celebrations. On Friday we got a taxi for the day to take
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