Back to New York then London
Trip Start
Jun 1971
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Trip End
Aug 1971
It did not take me long to plant a grieving seed for the missed oportunities on Jamaica. It is as big as a baobab tree now, but it is too late now to do anything with that feeling and those memories. May be I should go back there again one of these days ahead of me so that I could sort of put it down to make a fine woodcarving and several statues out of it then place them in blogs or a book. That sort of thing.
The moment I set foot on Jamaican soil I was bitten by scores of insects and developed a horrible rush and, strange enough, I had it still when I arrived on JFK.
(to be continued)
The moment I set foot on Jamaican soil I was bitten by scores of insects and developed a horrible rush and, strange enough, I had it still when I arrived on JFK.
(to be continued)


