JonMyrlennBailey
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Store-bought fruit punches are not making my cut, taste-wise.
I remember that delicious punch with rum I had on a narrow-gauge train in Jamaica (West Indies) back in March of 1990 while I was there with my mother and a lover of mine. I was hammering that stuff like water it was so good. Then local villagers put junk on the track to stop the tour train halfway from Montego Bay to Kingston. Local plain-clothes cops in suits and hats were sporting shotguns. The train was pulled by a small diesel locomotive, not a steam one. The passenger cars looked old-fashioned and chugging the complimentary tropical punch from the train bar was a gas. It was served in see-through plastic cups with ice. The train stopped along the way and tourists got to peek inside a cave.
Then we had a long 5-hour ride back to Montego sans a/c and sans complimentary punch. Narrow roads, curves and cliffs. Buses slow as donkey carts.
I'm trying to replicate that delicious punch taste at home. The punch on the tropical train was an opaque pink color, not the typical vivid red of American fruit punch drinks. The cheap, white well rum I buy is nasty as compared with the opulent Captain Moran spicy I like so much. The drink will need a robust fruit flavor along with a sugary sweetness to mask the nasty booze since I make doubles.
Probably many here have not taken a train ride on a tropical island or through a hilly jungle.
Jamaica railroading has been troubled for a long time. Unsafe, inefficient and not profitable. Jamaica has a bunch of criminal elements and they had made railroading matters worse. My mother, my lover and I were lucky to have gotten out of that situation of putting junk on the track unscathed. The moral of the story is to stay out third world nations even as a tourist.
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I remember that delicious punch with rum I had on a narrow-gauge train in Jamaica (West Indies) back in March of 1990 while I was there with my mother and a lover of mine. I was hammering that stuff like water it was so good. Then local villagers put junk on the track to stop the tour train halfway from Montego Bay to Kingston. Local plain-clothes cops in suits and hats were sporting shotguns. The train was pulled by a small diesel locomotive, not a steam one. The passenger cars looked old-fashioned and chugging the complimentary tropical punch from the train bar was a gas. It was served in see-through plastic cups with ice. The train stopped along the way and tourists got to peek inside a cave.
Then we had a long 5-hour ride back to Montego sans a/c and sans complimentary punch. Narrow roads, curves and cliffs. Buses slow as donkey carts.
I'm trying to replicate that delicious punch taste at home. The punch on the tropical train was an opaque pink color, not the typical vivid red of American fruit punch drinks. The cheap, white well rum I buy is nasty as compared with the opulent Captain Moran spicy I like so much. The drink will need a robust fruit flavor along with a sugary sweetness to mask the nasty booze since I make doubles.
Probably many here have not taken a train ride on a tropical island or through a hilly jungle.
Jamaica railroading has been troubled for a long time. Unsafe, inefficient and not profitable. Jamaica has a bunch of criminal elements and they had made railroading matters worse. My mother, my lover and I were lucky to have gotten out of that situation of putting junk on the track unscathed. The moral of the story is to stay out third world nations even as a tourist.
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