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I was delighted when my husband and I received Betty’s invitation to join her for a picnic at Sunset in the Palms, an adults-only, all-inclusive resort in Negril, Jamaica.
The setting was lush, the food and wine enticing.
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The conversation, though, was a tad strained. Betty’s recent history was a bit dicey. She was recently married; rumor says it was a shotgun wedding.
Seems Betty had been knocked up and the kids already there. It was hard for her to attend to them and focus on her guests.
Still she was already back at work maintaining the grounds — Betty is a very resilient goat. And one of Sunset’s favorite staff members.
Sunset at the Palms Resort
Sunset at the Palms Resort is an airy, compact oasis in the middle of a jungle. Wood-filled and woodsy, the abundant foliage makes the transition from outside to inside seamless, with towering masses of greenery at every turn of the head.
It’s a change from many of the large, bustling, antiseptic resorts that often line Caribbean beaches.
From the resort, the beach is just a short way. It’s free of the seaweed currently plaguing so many Caribbean shores. In many places, spotting a red flag usually indicates a warning.
But here, placed in front of your chaise lounge, it simply means please bring me another Piña Colada.
Chase and Bonnie Pilcher from Blacksburg, VA were “super impressed with everything. The rooms are beautiful, everyone so friendly…”
Their voices drifted off as their colorful Bob Marley drinks were served chaise-side. I didn’t blame them.
Tranquil was a word I heard a lot. Maybe because the all-inclusive resort is adults only — except for Betty’s kids of course, and they’re not likely to be running down the halls.
And as appealing as reggae music is in the Caribbean, it is often ear-splitting along the beaches and the bars. Here, it is mellow – though, admittedly, for some, that might seem an oxymoron.
But it is just that mellowness that so appeals to Liz Smelts from Ontario, Canada. On her fourth visit, she loves the peace and relaxation, the environment and the food, the friendliness of the staff. “It feels like home,” she says.
The resort comes by its name honestly. All the rooms resemble palm-fringed treehouses. The hammock on our tree-topped balcony was just a bonus.
One morning, I was awakened by an unaccustomed sound only to find, Betty, her husband, Royal Brown, and kids bleating greetings below our balcony.
Sunset is all about service. Everyone sports a badge saying, “I am your personal concierge,” which I initially mistook for … well… the actual concierge.
And indeed, there did seem to be a more genuine camaraderie between staff and guests than I’ve seen at other resorts, possibly because so many are repeat customers.
Taking the pampering of guests to an extreme, there is a crossing guard to usher you across the street to the beach.
Admittedly, I felt like I was in grade school again and petulantly assured the poor guard that I had been crossing the street by myself for decades without mishap.
Dining at Sunset at the Palms Resort
Like every all-inclusive, there are several restaurant options, but how often do you go to a restaurant with no idea of what you’re having for dinner? Welcome to the Chef’s Showcase, where every night is a surprise.
After an introduction, a request for food allergies, and assurances to those who pronounced themselves gluten-free to sit back and relax, the chef prepares a five-course meal in a candle-lit setting that sparkles with class and romanticism.
But be prepared — it’s a while between courses. This is island-time, the precision timepiece upon which Jamaica runs.
Overheard at a bar one afternoon, a local remarked that he’d be ready in 3 minutes. He then added: “That’s 6 minutes in Jamaican.”
Just sitting at the bar is an island experience. Locals instinctively move to the music as if they were on a dance floor.
And not just any dance floor but one in the middle of a dance contest. And perhaps not without some embellishment.
Everywhere on the island there is that unmistakable whiff of the ubiquitous substance for which the island is so famous. It was nice to hear that possession of small amounts is now even legal.
Rick’s Café in Negril
There are three things for which Jamaica is famous: Dunn’s River Falls in Ocho Rios, the aforementioned ganja and Rick’s Cafe in Negril, where everyone at one time or another has to go to see the sunset.
So we went off to see the sunset, despite the noise, the crowds, the commercialism and a sunset like many others (okay, so it was a pretty nice sunset…) for which the masses erupt in applause.
What a marketing idea! Which is what I applauded as I happily headed for the exit. Check the Rick’s Cafe box — been there, done that.
Rasta Tour at Zimbali Retreat
A much more authentic experience happened on our Rasta Tour at Zimbali Retreat in Negril. Although Zimbali is a fascinating destination, based on organic farming and the Rastafarian philosophy.
We were there to meet Fire. And to do that, we had to first climb a mountain. Lassie, a dog of course, acted as tour guide and led the way.
The fact that Oneil Samuels also accompanied us was a plus as he, admittedly, was a tad more communicative about the plants we passed, the fields of food and the springs from which everyone gets their water.
To say we climbed to the top of a mountain is no exaggeration; to say it was worth it is also not an exaggeration, not only for the views and the excellent all-natural meal prepared by Fire but mainly for his story.
He’s been living away from civilization for 33 years in a lean-to that doesn’t even qualify as a hut.
Long ago, he felt a need to get away from his mainstream life and learn how to survive — literally — in the 21st century.
He grows what he needs to live, espouses a simple, less-stressful life living off Mother Earth.
He adopts the Rasta approach of kindness, simplicity, eschewing financial gains and the concept of “Let food be your medicine; medicine be your food.”
When he started grating coconut on a grater, it sounded a lot like a Reggae beat – which somehow seemed fitting. Life as a Rasta, says Fire, became much easier after Bob Marley.
The plantain, soy meat, carrots and callaloo flavored in coconut milk was perhaps not your usual luncheon fare, but it was tasty. Fire lost me just a bit when he answered his smartphone.
He acknowledged, with a smile: “There goes my reputation.” But technology is ubiquitous even on top of a mountain.
YS Falls and the Black River
A more typical outing was the trip to YS Falls and the Black River, one of the hotel tour options.
YS Falls offers a multitude of ways to swing over, jump into, swim under and play in a wide variety of waterfalls. And if none of that appeals, the falls alone provide enough photo ops.
The boat ride along the Black River is billed as a “river safari” – using the term very loosely.
I suspect just having crocodiles in the river justifies the safari designation. Otherwise, it’s nice boat ride with all the de rigueur bird sighting that accompany all such ventures.
As we left the resort kicking and screaming, our voices were overshadowed by the gentle bleating of the entire Royal Brown family who all gathered below our balcony to say good-bye. A fitting exit, mon!
For more information, visit https://www.thepalmsjamaica.com.
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Author Bio: Fyllis Hockman is a multi-award-winning travel journalist who has been traveling and writing for over 30 years – and is still as eager for the next trip as she was for the first. Her articles appear in newspapers across the country and websites across the internet.
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