More Drawing in Jamaica

We'd stay up late to watch the action across the street where there was some sort of courtyard. I think they sold dope there. Or other things. We always got up early because as soon as it was light the Morning Chorus would start up: roosters crowing, Miss Ruby sweeping, motorcycles revving, people horking and spitting, dogs barking and a multitude of insects buzzing. Sleeping in was impossible with that racket. For a semi-rural area Red Ground Road was surprisingly noisy.

Locals would come visit us on our front porch. The women and kids were fun but with the exception of Roy, who was gentle and easy going, nearly all the men were a pain in the ass. Chauvinistic, perpetually on the make and LAZY. The women were the ones who worked or had jobs while the men sat around, smoked dope and tried to buy your jewellery.