"The most beautiful island that human eyes have ever seen" is what Christopher Columbus said when he arrived in Jamaica. It seemed to him a safe harbour very much like paradise, and arriving by air Jamaica looks beautiful from above too: impenetrable green, rainforests, clear sea, the land of the Rasta and of Bob Marley. But Jamaica is not only sea and nature: it is proud people who declare "We are not a beach, we are a people". Almost an hour of reckless rally driving from Mo Bay, on the western tip, lies Negril; apart from the little town with its shopping centre and a couple of banks with air conditioning at polar temperatures, life takes place on the beach, which is the most beautiful on the island: a strip of pure white velvet stretching for 11 km of dazzling white sand in a magnificent bay facing a calm, crystal-clear sea.
From the shore to the coral reef, every shade of blue follows one another, then a gentle lapping of the waves marks the point where the corals form a barrier, and beyond there is only deep blue, furrowed by boats painted yellow and green. Jamaica, the first real Holiday with a capital H, a destination so long dreamed of and now we have made it there. The cost, as a last-minute deal, was still out of proportion, but it was truly worth it. Certainly a destination to return to, perhaps with a little more time, above all because Jamaicans are absolutely not the sellers of sex and weed that everyone had described to us, making us think it might not be our kind of holiday.
The journey's photographs
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