29.04.08 No, she went of her own accord

A trip to the Caribbean is not to be passed up, so after a day being bureaucratically processed through winged metal sausages like butchers' scrapings, we emerged in the heavy air of Jamaica. Driving to our hotel with the window open, the humidity was potent and the salty scent of the ocean filled our nostrils. The other immediate difference to La Paz is I am now in a country where I speak the language, at least theoretically. The reality is rather more hit and miss. In Bolivia I can learn Spanish, but here if I attempted a Jamaican patois, I risk more than confused and condescending looks.