A friend of mine who grew up in Jamaica and has sworn never to return told me that if you leave the tourist area the Jamaicans will cut your throat.
I went today a crazy party one night in the jungle of Jamaica in 1990.
There was a ranch house in the middle of the jungle that the locals had taken over.
I was surprised it had electricity and even satellite TV, I watch a clerics game while there.
Looking back on that week I feel that I might be lucky to be alive...