The mad bladder to the pit of despair.

Gulliver... please, his travels were a breeze compared to my Jamaican trip thus far.  The scenery is enough to have absolutely no doubts that Jamaica is God's country.  The bus ride from the airport to harmony house however, is no hop skip and a jump... especially when you have a full bladder and no relief in sight.  I can gather there are roughly around 3,000 potholes on the windy, curvy, death defying road to Harmons, I know personally, I felt every single one.  But we made it in one piece, what a relief, literally.  On the first night of all new sounds, sights, and our Jamaican adventure, the sunset over the lush green mountain tops was like God saying, "Okay it's time to do my work."  I only wish God could of warned me somehow that my first day's service opportunity would be in the dreaded pit.  The pit is about a 14x20 sized hole that has about 4-6 feet of unwanted limestone that has to be removed in order to build a solid foundation.  Before I had received my work assignment, while eating lunch, I made the mistake of trying a Jamaican soda called Ting.  Ting is a highly acidic, grapefruit flavored soda pop that tasted pretty darn good with my peanut butter and jelly.  Having said that, it did not taste so good coming back up while chucking rocks in the pit.  I then heard a cackle of laughs from the entire Jamaican crew followed by a few, "are you okay mon?"  I eventually got back to work after proper hydration and also got to know my crew members further whenever I felt I needed a break... so every 10 minutes.  I never said I was a sloth but the way those guys worked along side me made it look like I was standing still.  I got to witness the ingenuity of my counterparts when the jackhammer hose punctured on a sharp rock and to watch them fix it was like a grand concerto from Liberace himself.  I was secretly hoping they would give up and call it a day, but no such luck.  Who'd a thunk that flinging big ole rocks around could wear you out?  But anyway, I made it, and now in my blogging reflection phase I would have to admit that I wouldn't trade this experience for the all the american conveniences that we all take for granted rolled in one.  K.I.S.S. keep it simple stupid, and love and life will be but one!!!  Praise Jah my broddas and sistas, one love!

-St. Nick-