National Geographic : 1954 Mar
.i|# 362 Bradley Smith Goggle Fishermen Fill Their Canoe with Trophies from a Montego Bay Reef "-, Two divers, assisted by a boatman, collect coral, sea fans, conch, and starfish. They breathe through snorkel diviri masks ' which admit air as they float face down. When they dive, a cork stopper blocks off '* water. A spear gun lying in the boat enables the men to hunt redfish and bonito. attractions. To see them, I circled the Blue Mountains, whose slopes grow the island's famous Blue Mountain coffee. Beyond, along the east coast, the road skirts the wild John Crow Mountains. No part of Jamaica offers more visual thrills than the road along the northern shore. Here is the landlocked inlet called the Blue Hole, or Blue Lagoon, its unbelievably blue waters girded by high banks crowned with palms and breadfruit trees. Here is Port Antonio, from which fantastic numbers of bananas have been shipped (page 336). A popular day's delight is to raft down the near-by Rio Grande, a trip on bamboo craft poled by local guides past green-clad hills and over cascading waters (page 361). Along this shore, too, served both by rail and highway, are Hope Bay, Buff Bay, and Annotto Bay, all linked by curved scimitars of sandy beach, by coconut-studded hills, and lush green vales. Jamaica Calls the Traveler Back To me, there seemed to be no end to the delightful trails that thread Jamaica, land of perpetual summer. "Next time you come," said my companion who was seeing me off at the Palisadoes Air port, "why not- " "All aboard," shrieked the loudspeakers, drowning out the rest of his sentence. "Next time! Why not?" With what bet ter words could one leave this Isle of Many Rivers, less than three hours' flight from Miami?