This is a lovely place to see, but there is a feeling in the air that is not conducive to peace and tranquility. You feel as if there could be a revolution at any minute. There are armed soldiers patrolling the countryside, and some of the locals do not like the white tourist even one little bit.
Perhaps this is what comes from the inhalation of too much ganja? I know that Jamaican weed is some of the strongest and most lethargic dope I've ever smoked. And the heat, the bone-chilling poverty, the lack of proper hair care products . . . on and on.
It adds up to this: You try to bargain for an item at the local markets, and you might leave with a nasty knife wound. There's better places to spend your vacation, mon.