Finally we come to Saturday. Departure day. We had a noon private transfer scheduled to take us from the resort to the airport. Never mind that they didn't pick us up until 1:00 PM. It was irritating, but not the end of the world. We still had time, in between dodging the craziest drivers this side of Los Angeles, to stop at the Tortuga shop and pick up not one, not two, but thirteen rum cakes. Yes. Thirteen.
We bought a few other items there and then headed to the airport.
That's where the joy of first class really kicked in. We didn't have to stand in the 600 person strong line waiting to check in at the Air Jamaica desk. Instead we waited in a line that was us and pretty much no one else. We also learned that the Montego Bay (Sangster) International Airport is not air conditioned. Who needs it anyway? Well, pasty white travelers from Ohio. That's who. We got to hang out in the air conditioned first class lounge while the less fortunate had to sit in the sweltering non-airconditioned section.
The flight itself was delayed about 90 minutes, but was otherwise uneventful. Likewise, we waited for 45 minutes for the luggage to clear security, but customs took us all of 1 minute once we had them.
A good time was had by all. I'd recommend it to anyone and everyone. It's a beautiful country full of beautiful people.
1 comment:
Rum cakes, sleeping constantly, eating at buffets, complaining about the heat... did you two just skip right to being old people? When are you retiring to Florida?
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