Two Tales of O in Jamaica

A couple of O-related stories from our Jamaica trip...

On our last night, we were just leaving our hotel room and walking down the sidewalk when something caught my eye off to our left. I grabbed Onno's arm and said "What's that?!" It turned out to be a rather sizable, white crab. I've probably eaten bigger ones, but this one would give you enough meat. It was maybe 10 inches across, including the legs. And there it was, sitting in the middle of the sidewalk, eyeing us with its pincers pointed threateningly in our direction. O, being a boy, decided to walk a couple of steps closer to get a better view. While this normally scares off animals, this crab was not backing off and instead came scuttling at O, pincers a-snapping. O appropriately freaked out and ran off a few steps in fear of losing some appendage. The crab, feeling that his warning had served its purpose, retreated to a nearby area of plants. We followed it a bit more, though at a careful distance, and watched it scuttle from plant to plant. Eventually we left it alone, but we were a bit more afraid now of walking through the resort paths at night, not sure what was waiting to jump out of the bushes at any moment, worried that we'd hear again the scuttling sounds of doom.

I was going to write out the second Tale of O in Jamaica, but O already wrote about it on his website, so instead of repeating it, I may as well just link to it. So, go here to read about his strip search adventures with the airport security woman. And once you've read it, check out this story about women in the US thinking they have it bad when the security people pat them down. Bring in Jamaican security screeners, I say!