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June, 2004

I went to Jamaica when I was still just an International Man of Mystery in Training. Things hadn't really picked up yet as far as world travel goes, but I think it was about at this point that I realized that being an IMOM was for me. A couple of weeks later, I found myself in Italy, and that's when I knew for sure.

Jamaica was interesting, and I think that's about all I can say about it that is positive. I stayed at one of those ghastly/beastly Sandals resorts, which is just about the dumbest way to spend your hard earned money. Drinks are all watered down, the food is pretty miserable, and the rooms aren't all that stellar, unless you're paying the big bucks. I was lucky enough to get upgraded to a decent room, but it was after spending a couple of nights in a moldy hell-hole.

The weather is also pretty oppressive. REALLY frickin' humid. Ruins the electronics in everything, and anything you ladies might be trying to do with your hair.

The highlight for me was the visit to the waterfall that was featured in the first James Bond movie, Dr. No. No pics to show of it, but you'll just have to trust me. We also passed by the alligator farm that was also featured in a much later Bond film. The one where Roger Moore leaps from alligator head to alligator head to escape the baddies.

The beach! No, not the one with that kid from Titanic, this is the beach that I got to sit on for a bit more than a week.

Few things are as nice as a warm beach and a white russian. Sadly, a watered down white russian and the constant badgering of local "artisans" tends to take away from the beauty of this place.

Just some little corner of the hotel. Dunno why this interested me, but I thought I'd include it.

Here's our hero, emerging from the jungle after some dinner hunting and primal screaming.

When in Jamaica, I think it's actually a written law that you must engage in cheesy tourist activities. This is me on one of those aqua tricycle thingies. Oy. Note the teeth: I had my braces removed for this trip. For more details, inquire within.

Sunset in Jamaica. Quite nice.

I think this was my view from the aqua tricycle, or maybe from the snorkeling boat.

Here's our hero once again, chillin' by the hot tub. Life was rough even back in 2004. Note that I'm a little chunky here. I think I put on about thirty pounds prior to this trip. Ugh! All gone now, mind you.

	The beach! No, not the one with that kid from Titanic, this is the beach that I got to sit on for a bit more than a week.		Few things are as nice as a warm beach and a white russian. Sadly, a watered down white russian and the constant badgering of local "artisans" tends to take away from the beauty of this place.
	Just some little corner of the hotel. Dunno why this interested me, but I thought I'd include it.		Here's our hero, emerging from the jungle after some dinner hunting and primal screaming.
	When in Jamaica, I think it's actually a written law that you must engage in cheesy tourist activities. This is me on one of those aqua tricycle thingies. Oy. Note the teeth: I had my braces removed for this trip. For more details, inquire within.		Sunset in Jamaica. Quite nice.
	I think this was my view from the aqua tricycle, or maybe from the snorkeling boat.		Here's our hero once again, chillin' by the hot tub. Life was rough even back in 2004. Note that I'm a little chunky here. I think I put on about thirty pounds prior to this trip. Ugh! All gone now, mind you.