My trip to Jamaica

In august 1986 I  had ten days off from my lectures on racism in America and decided to go to Jamaica. I came unprepared without knoving anybody. The first night I stayed in a shack with 5 gangsters in Trenchtown in Kingston. The night was so violent that next day I fled up to Ocho Rios where there were no tourists in stifling august. So I ended up hanging out with the unemployed prostitutes which was an interesting sociological study. Most time I spent with the better educated among them - one of them was an expert in Greek philosophy.