Cool runnings...

Today I am a baked bean. After being serenaded by a drunk Jamaican on Grolsch, listening to another man belt out his prayers, and watching a small toddler practice her sprinting between the aisles, we arrived. The first thing that hits you is the heat. And the second thing was Helen. (Not hitting, of course, but hugging.) We are about to head off to Port Royal, a small fishing village near downtown Kingston. The Rough Guide says it was once condemned as "the wickedest city on the earth". Luckily  we are wicked enough already, so won't be influenced.