Sunrise over Ocho Rios

We are ready for a good time!

The entire inside of the tour bus was just like this.

Looking out the tour bus window. This must be a good sign.

The tour guide says that he doesn't believe Bob is really dead. So he wants to be prepared in case they meet.

The road into the mountain is an ancient river bed. The shoulders of the road were solid rock walls.

Thick jungle all around. It went from bright daylight to night when we drove in...

The Zion bus.

A local hangout that we stopped for refreshments...

and to go to the loo.

These are the kinds of scenes that you got all the way up.

Me experiencing the local rastafarians horticultural prowess.

Our guide leading us into the sanctuary.

The path leading to Bob's homes, and to Mt. Zion.

Bob's grandparents.

Need I say more?

Jamaica's Mt. Zion.

Poser.

This is the house that bob lived in till he was 13 years old.

This was the stone were Bob would rest his head while he meditated.

His families old kitchen fireplace.

"of our single bed..." This was Bob's bed till he left at 13 y/o.

The inside of Bob's home. This is a typical Jamaican home apprently. I saw these all the way up.

Bob's Uncle Lloyd and Staci. Very nice man.

As you can see, it was an exciting ride. That is a 90 degree bend, and the driver hasn't started slowing down yet.

This is other drivers accomodating us, when they heard our horn. When they didn't, we got to test the effectiveness of the seatbelts.

Trying our authenticate local cuisine. We had Jerked chicken, red beans and rice, and fried bread. Good stuff!

The trip eventually had to end though.