My Rasta father showed me the real Jamaica. After he died, I wanted to share it with my kids | Jamaica holidays
As we bump along terrible roads in my dad’s hot, noisy buttermilk-coloured Beetle, I’m unable to take in the beauty of Jamaica’s north coast – its waterfalls and gin-clear sea, its lush fern-quilted interior and the majestic Blue Mountains my dad loved. It’s the late 1980s. I’m 15. It’s been nine years since I last … Read more