Jamaica Narrative Essay

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Four hours, two planes, and the smell of fresh rain bombarded me as I take my first few steps in a new country. As the group of seventeen students and six adults make their way through the crowded airport with sweat beating down our foreheads after just seconds of being out side of the air-conditioned plane. We wait for a bus to drive us another three hours into the mountains of Jamaica to Harmons; when it arrives, we pile into the bus like a can of sardines. The first thing they give us is water and with it being humid and ninety degrees outside I chug the ice cold water to sooth the desert that is my mouth. The bus is full of students from my youth group, adults that made this journey with us, and the leaders that will guide us with the mission work we will be doing that week. For the first hour or so we sit and talk to with each other until we have nothing to talk about anymore. I stare outside the window to see the community of Jamaica. Old, rundown houses race by with the occasional beautifully colored machine. We head down skinny road ways made for one car, but Jamaicans fit two. I look out the window and I notice that the bus is riding on the edge of a mountain, inches from a drop off that can …show more content…
We ate breakfast, did our personal bible studies by ourselves then we all flooded into the dreaded, tiny buses again. As we road down the same bumpy roads I watched out the window as civilians walked by. We traveled into the inner city of Harmons Jamaica. I remember our guide talking about how the inner city was for the outcasts, the broken, the sick, and the lost that were never found. I compared it to our cities back home; how that our cities were for the rich and powerful. The people I have always wanted to grow up to be. But here no one wanted to be like the people who lived in the city. We pass many people on the streets with no shoes on, trash everywhere with the orange ground peeking through like a partly cloudy