Mexican Medley Cruise on Thomson Dream, 10-17 February 2015

A series of articles covering a week's Caribbean cruise called Mexican Medley which we took on the Thomson Dream cruise ship in February 2015.

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Tomas And Maris On Thomson Dream

Monday 16 February 2015. Our excursion ends and we are back on board the Thomson Dream for the afternoon where we catch Tomas and Maris for their spot at the Open Air Bar on Deck 10 in the late afternoon before dusk.

In fact it started to go dark as we sat listening. As we had docked a day early at Montego Bay the ship was staying in port overnight. We had spent our last hours at sea for this cruise.

But it's not time to be sad just yet as we have another night of fabulous entertainment in front of us. So far south the dusk tends to pass very quickly.

As the sky got darker the ship's lights came on and the scene changed over the stern of the ship as features which had been clear a few moments ago became merged into shadow.

We tapped our feet and sang along and then Tomas had another rush of blood to the head and waved me to get up on the stage.

I blushed and waved him away demurely and shrank into my seat away from the gaze of... what? Yes Fran? I jumped up straight away and dashed for the stage??? Me? Are you sure? Oh... apparently I was up there in a flash and rocking away... Who would have thought...?

We had our last evening meal down in the Orion Restaurant and said goodbye to the waiters who had looked after us all week. Then as we wandered around the ship for a last look I heard my name being called. It was Beverley, who sings with the party band, Strum Jam.

"Are you coming to sing with us tonight?" she grinned. They are a great band and the male singer has a very neat electronic drum kit all contained as a package the size of a single snare drum. I still have nightmares about the pink guitar... lol

But we couldn't spend our last night anywhere but with Tomas and Maris in the Tides Bar. We had made several friends in there amongst the other passengers too, some of whom were already asking if I was going to sing that night.

The last night of a cruise is usually a brilliant night as everyone is making the best of their last night on board. This night was no exception and there was a full dance floor and Tomas and Maris were enjoying themselves and entertaining us with great music and lots of banter between them.

And I did force myself reluctantly to... What??? No Fran, I couldn't have been so eager... ah well... perhaps I was! Thanks to the audience that night - the roar of approval as I took a bow kept me floating long after the cruise finished!

Then at the very end of the night Tomas and Maris sang Johnny B Goode and called me up to play the guitar part. Photo from Maris's phone!

It's always sad saying goodbye at the end of a cruise, but we all know we will see each other again sooner or later. Much sooner as it turned out. The following morning we were told our flight had been delayed by four hours and we would be able to stay on the ship rather than have to wait in the airport.

Which meant we were able to catch another gig on the Pool Deck the following lunchtime! Our flight was now put back to ten thirty that night. The airport was very quiet apart from a bunch of passengers two gates down who were waiting for their own delayed flight to New York. New York was in the grip of horrendous snow storms. The flight crew had been on duty for hours waiting for a chance to depart and as a consequence on reaching Jamaica could not legally fly the plane back to America as they would go over the number of hours they could fly without a rest.

Given that there was a massive festival going on that night in Montego Bay and that every single hotel was full, the passengers were not happy to be told that their flight could not leave until 6:30 the following morning. All credit to the pilot who got a microphone and conducted a question and answer session - far more questions than answers actually.

"I can't answer that - I don't have a hotel myself..." he pointed out. In the end a hotel was found that would allow them to sit overnight in their conference hall where they could be fed and watered. Not a happy bunch of people. We were relieved to be called through and board our own flight back to the UK!

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Greenwood Great House, Jamaica

Monday 16 February 2015. The second of the Great Plantation Houses we are visiting in Jamaica is Greenwood House. Again there is a guide from the house waiting to take over from our guide who has accompanied us on the bus.

The house was built in 1800 by Tochard Barrett, one of the famous Barretts of Wimpole Street, London. He was cousin to the father of Elizabeth Barrett - the poet who married Robert Browning and together billed and cooed in verse to horrify schoolboys for future generations. She never visited this house and we can thankfully put her back in the cupboard...

The estate held 84,000 acres and they had 2,000 slaves to work it. Today the house is one of the best museums of all Jamaica, with collections of furniture, furnishings and musical instruments. These are conserved, rather than attempting to maintain or restore any damage, yet some of the mechanical musical instruments - hopelessly out of tune - are played for visitors.

A service of crockery is displayed on this drop-leaf table. When was the last time you had a nice cup of tea in a bone china mug on a saucer?

A canteen of cutlery is displayed on a side table under the mirror. Crystal glassware in the cupboard and a working Polyphon stands against the wall to the right. It is one of two in the house and we saw a huge collection of discs in a box.

The bedrooms are as lavishly furnished for the time as are the downstairs rooms. A copper bed warming pan can be seen hanging on the wall at the right. Filled with hot coals or embers, it would be pushed under the bed covers on cold nights and checked regularly to ensure it wasn't setting fire to the sheets!

Another more modest dining table with coffee and tea set on the table and a tureen set displayed on the dresser.

The windows are three-pane sash windows with shutters. The view from the upper floor out over the Caribbean sea is stunning.

A veranda balcony runs the length of the house facing the sea, set with deckchair style loungers.

The view from the veranda down the slope to the sea.

In comparison to the heat of the veranda, this room looks cool and inviting with old bottles displayed and some larger flagons that could have held wine or oil.

A high dining table, designed for standing at whilst eating. The men of the household and slave overseers would wear long riding boots to the knee, perhaps over the knee and sitting would be impossible or at best very uncomfortable whilst wearing them.

Let's not forget that this plantation was worked by people, bought and sold as possessions with as much say in their own lives as your mobile phone has about what you do with it. Another of these old notices said:

RUN AWAY

From Orange River Plantation

In the parish of St. Mary, in July 1778
a Creole NEGRO WOMAN named

MARY GOLD

She was harboured some time past, at a Penn in Ligianea(?)
but was seen about two months ago at Port Henderson, big with
child. Whoever harbours her, will be prosecuted according to
law, but whoever apprehends her and will give information to
WALTER POLLOCK on said plantation, or to THOMAS BELL in this
town, shall be handsomely rewarded.

As at Rose Hall, our last activity was to enjoy the amenities of a bar. Various artefacts were on display and lots more posters and old newspaper pages and (perhaps a trifle bizarrely) railway gate crossing warning signs... There were several old and damaged saxophones, a row of beer pumps for a bar, and then whips, leg irons and a horribly vicious sprung man trap. These were laid around the place to dissuade slaves from trying to escape at night. Getting caught in one of these would not just hold you in place until you were caught. If it did not sever the leg itself, it would certainly break the bone and severely lacerate the leg which would probably require amputation. Then the slave would probably be killed as a warning to his or her fellow slaves.

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Of Witches and Slaves, Lovers and Ghosts

Monday 16 February 2015 and we are starting out on the only paid excursion of the week, a trip to two of Jamaica's slave plantation great houses. After an album of Bob Marley and the Wailers on the coach sound system, we arrive at Rose Hall Great House.

Whilst our guide is sorting out our entry we have a quick look at the flora. There's a lot of it about...

This is where your palm oil comes from. Palm oil from the right makes you go and palm oil from the left...

The pond on the front lawn of the house is fed from above and behind the house via a series of cascades. Our guide turns up with our tickets and leads us off towards the house.

The house has been nicely restored - at one point it had got to be a bit of a mess... We will come out of the archway at the top of the stairs but for now we climb up the side and into the entrance on what seems to be the first floor - due to the slope of the hill it is actually the ground floor at the back of the house.

Rose Hall was owned by John Palmer, who took as his wife the diminutive Annie Patterson, an Anglo-Irish girl who had been orphaned in Haiti and brought up by her Voodoo priestess nanny. Well-versed in Voodoo, she became known as the cruel and sadistic White Witch of Rose Hall.

Tiring of her husband, she took to taking slaves as lovers, murdering them after three months or so and then moving onto another. Perhaps her husband caught her out, or perhaps the murders were becoming easier to her, for he suffered their fate, being poisoned by arsenic.

Another two wealthy husbands suffered the same fate, one being stabbed and the other strangled. She had them quickly buried on the estate in unmarked graves by gangs of slaves, who were themselves waylaid and killed on their way back from the burials to prevent them ever giving evidence as to where the graves were. Thus she hid her crimes from the authorities. In the hot climate it was natural for corpses to be buried quickly.

Each husband was murdered in a different room from this upper floor landing. Perhaps she didn't want their ghosts to warn their successors what was in store...!

Her current slave lover, a Voodoo priest called Takoo, learned that she wanted to marry another wealthy husband - one that was courting Takoo's granddaughter. He recognised that Annie had cursed her with a Voodoo spell and once the girl had withered and died, he took his revenge.

He killed Annie as she lay in this very bed. It has been claimed that several photos have shown her ghostly form, lying on it. She must have gone out this day though...

The slaves had the unenviable job of carrying the chamber pots away to empty them well away from the house. Bad enough in any climate but in a hot one, the task of carrying someone else's daily toilet contents would not be pleasant. And it had to be carried a long away from the house before being buried so that Annie did not have to suffer the smell on hot days. Annie had a strict, indeed a sadistic, manner towards her slaves. Slave children were trained from the age of six to carry water in a bucket weighing 10lbs when empty. If they spilt any they were whipped. By the age of ten they were strong enough to work on the plantation.

From this balcony vantage point Annie would issue her orders for each day and watch the slaves being punished - this being her form of entertainment. She had dungeons created in the cellars of the house where slaves were taken for more elaborate torture than mere whipping. She was not what you might call anyone's favourite auntie...

From the rear of the house a narrow series of steps leads into the ground and to the cellars and dungeons of the house. The dungeons are now toilets - well I suppose they were before as well, but you don't have to live in them any more...

From this room we entered another room where there was a bar and a cheerful old lad playing guitar and singing a medley of calypso tunes, about three quarters of which rang bells or sounded familiar. We had a drink and exited through the archway at the front of the house that we saw earlier.

We were led around the house to this tomb, the tomb of the murdered Annie. A voodoo ceremony was held over it at her burial, intended to trap her spirit within the tomb. Perhaps the Voodoo priest Takoo was distracted at having murdered his mistress and lover. The ceremony was not wholly successful as the ghost of the White Witch of Rose Hall has been seen floating round the house, lying in her bed and riding wildly on a galloping horse in the grounds...

We took our leave of Rose Hall Great House and headed off in the coach towards the second of the two plantation houses we were to see. A few Bob Marley songs later we arrive at a small tourist market. I saw a bright blue, yellow and red shirt (subtle it wasn't!) but she didn't have my size.

"You can try it on in there" she said hopefully, pointing into the two-foot recess of her hut.

I wagged my finger in front of her face. "No peeking!" I said, which elicited a huge cackle of laughter and made a show of trying the shirt on without attempting to button it, which would have required the intervention of one of Annie's Voodoo spells... I bought it anyway for $15, she was a nice old lady and was obviously very grateful at making a sale.

Next - we have an appointment at the Jamaican home of the Barretts of Wimpole Street.

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