I have been to the bowels of hell here on this earth, and its name is Berth 8 at the Kingston Wharfs. Therein, I spent virtually all day trying to pick up the remainder of my few earthly possessions that I shipped to myself from the USA, and for which I was nearly charged $6780 Jamaican. Thanks to my uncle Alvin, who told me to go home and get my school transcript so I could prove myself to be a returning resident, I managed to only pay $600 in duty on that…but why would it have been so much if I hadn’t proved myself to be a broke student coming back home? All I had were bunches of clothes, pots, pans, a couple game systems and a VCR and textbooks…plenty of THOSE. Sigh…plus I had to give the shipping people their cut, and the driver to deliver it out here in Spanish Town. At least it’s all over now…virtually all of my junk came over the way I packed it. I now have a bit more clothes to add to my work wardrobe, a lot more books to read, I can now fry my brain even more with the PS2 and assorted games…
So, back to work tomorrow, which might actually be easier on my system than today was.
The mangoes on Uncle Alvin’s tree are starting to bear…and I’m happy for that, hehehehehe. Ain’t no mangoes like those ones.
Exhaustion sets in, so I turn in. peace out.
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