There really is nothing for the team to do at night, so after dinner, a few talk or hang out for a while, but in short order everyone showers and goes to bed. It is hot and humid here and the dorms are not air conditioned. Windows are open and each room has a box fan. It takes a while for me to go to sleep. [I have attached a picture of the dorm to this post.] There are many people out in the streets and sometimes you can hear them talking and laughing. There is also that occaisional smell of Bob Marley’s favorite past time.
The worst thing about the night were the barking dogs.
In Jamaica there are lots of dogs. No cats, but lots of dogs. They are of no particular breed, and it appears that they have to fend for themselves. No dog tags, few owners are present with the dogs who appear to be wild roaming hobos. They wander the streets and appear to have a slight fear of humans. They are not spayed or neutered, so there is no rest for dogs, no retirement. Even the oldest and ugliest looking of dogs are having pups. The dog population appears to be even more desperate than the people here. And so back to the night. They bark. Dogs bark. All night.
It's a beautiful day in God's world, be sure to see the good.
No comments:
Post a Comment