TRELAWNY, JAMAICA. Part 1
A Wandering drive Around and About.
We headed out with a route outlined and some phone contacts if we needed pointers along the way.
•Objectives for the day•
To visit a great house or two, have a dip and splash in the fresh, clear water of the Martha Brae river, and pass through the district that the world’s fastest man comes from. Hmmm…#UsainBolt
Montego Bay to Adelphi to Deeside & Dromilly to Pantrepant to Sherwood Content to Windsor returning to MoBay.
We would discover along the way the intricately woven network of small roads, some now just tracks and the fertile plains at the foothills on the northern side of the Cockpit Country.
Serendipitous encounters make life so interesting and I’m fortunate to always have them.
Serendipity: meeting a lady the day before this Escapade while sitting in my boutique, who returned to Jamaica several years ago and had to have a farm with a river running through it: aka lives between Deeside and Dromilly with the Martha Brae as part of her landscape.
Serendipity: the morning before the trek, remembering a post on FB of a tour through the forestry reserve of Trelawny. Within 10 minutes I had the link to this person who led the tour and knows the area well. I called him cold turkey and he was brilliant! He was the one who gave us the route outline and phone contacts: “big up” Robert!
rainyday #undaunted #Trelawny #roadsigns #villages #simplelife
It rained for the most part of of the day.
Road pools, newly paved roads, tracks, mud, stony ground and slippery surfaces posed no challenge for us.
It was hilarious when the blue dot on Google maps indicated we were on no mapped road, more like no man’s land, because these were actually sugar cane property roads that are used as main thoroughfares by the residents of the areas. This was our adventure into the unknown, but we could stop and ask, unlike the one called Colombus who didn’t have that opportunity!
Any thoughts we had of dipping in the Martha Brae river were dashed as the river was muddy because it was in spate, overflowing its banks because of the heavy rainfall. This was immediately evident when we got to Bunkers Hill.
We were privileged to meet an affable old fella, our “guide”, who lowered the bamboo railing to let us in and take us down by the river. We shared knowledge from each of our collective “data bases”.
We saw some conical baskets elevated above the water: these were shrimp baskets, or janga as we know river shrimp in Jamaica. The baskets are tied to something on the riverbank then submerged in the river and left to trap the jangas.
Our guide gave us a quick lesson on how the baskets are made (palm leaves woven), how often they are replaced (3months) and when and how best to catch the jangas ( when the river is calm and not churned up).
One of my travelling partners on the other hand shared her knowledge on botanical nomenclature with the guide and they were engrossed in discussions about life cycle, blooms of the plants and trees.
1) planned route
2) interesting name of a district: “Slippery Gut” : is there symbolism of grasping each other’s hand?
3)Signage along the way
5) possibly 3 mobile homes joined together now a precarious permanent home. These wooden mobile homes were the standard on the sugar plantations, so the workers could move with their home wherever they were needed to work. They can still be seen, particularly in Westmoreland, being drawn by a mule (dray)
6-9) Bunkers Hill. A gem hidden in the hinterland. Janga baskets, flooded lawn, roaring river.
To be continued:
the story of this trip to Trelawny
caves #maroons #army barracks #ruins
history #1700 #historians #conservation #CockpitCountry