Jomo the talker

Jomo's craft shop

Still February 16^th. Going down the hill we stop at Jomo's Arts and Crafts place. He makes wind chimes out of shells, bamboo, seeds and other natural materials. He also talks a lot. I can't tell if he breaths or when, but he is very nice. We want to buy a souvenir and his pieces are all keepers.

He talks about his plants, his property, about building a house there, a very nice spot that for sure has a million dollar view. In the middle of his never ending speech he offers good deals on his items. But it's so hard to decide which one to choose. Well, we finally filter them for the way they sound. “This one sounds like the waves breaking on the shore, we like this one, we take it!” Jomo also gives a tour around his land, from where we can see the ocean, the valley and the mountains (romantically talking) kissing the clouds.

It's hard to say good-bye to Jomo the artist. I take pictures to post in facebook, and he gives me two soursops. We get his phone number and he very friendly says: “If you come back call me, I'll cook crayfish for you”.

We get in the car , not just happy for our new friends, but bragging about how good the roads are, and the nice job they did in the traffic signs system. And the view driving down the west coast t's so pretty that any description would be terrible. On the way we stop and buy grilled sweet plantain: a truly treat!

We pass Coulibistrie, Morne Raguette, Salisburry, Mèro, St. Joseph and Layou, where we turn to the left in a road with the same name, dusty for the cement plant. We actually bragged about the good pavement roads too soon.

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