Montego Bay (Mobay) twenty years ago and recovering from the rage of hurricane Gilbert seemed strangely more alive than mobay today. Twenty years ago the train still ran from Mobay through the Blue Mountains like links to the necks of captive laborers; both vestiges of colonialism. The new colonialism and dreams of socialism meant the end of the train now replaced by a bus: the air conditioned Knutsford Express. Also available was the leave when we full, not so, express, minibus. The Knutsford Express meant no more random sermons at each stop like the train. No more sales of strange foods, some still alive. Only a ten minute stop in relatively safe Ocho Rios.
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