Jamaica « Mandane Vanadium

The customs-officer was petrified, and hastily wrote down a random hotel for me and gave me strict instructions to say I was staying there if anyone happened to question me. ... And then we were suddenly at Emancipation Park. At that point we decided that it would probably be wise to start heading back. My feet were now actively attempting mutiny, and because I decided to wear a skirt my poor thighs were incredibly irritated from rubbing against each other in the heat. ...