Stache on Main proprietor is taking a well-deserved break down in sunny Jamaica. While it is MOSTLY about the sun, sand, ocean and drinks, Kyla took a detour today and went on a little work project…check out her photos. (see below)
Here is the description of her day, as told from her Facebook page:
“I was told it was a trip to the country to maintain His disabled mom’s yard. We packed the car with one raw chicken, 2lb bag of rice, a 5L jug of water, a bottle of JB, a weed whacker, a hammer and some 2×4’s. Along the route we bought nails at the hardware store and picked up his good friend, who I know as The Chef.
A narrow cratered road wound it’s way up and over the mountain through local communities. Honking our horn at stray dogs, people on foot and local vendors along the way. Finally we arrived and not a minute too soon as I was getting nauseous.
From the road we walked down onto the property to get to this stilted family home surrounded by lush coconut, breadfruit, mango, ackee, and papaya trees. This is the home He (and his siblings) was raised. Now, His elderly disabled mother, choses to live here alone. It is what she knows and where she feels most comfortable and why we are all here today.
I’d been given the task to rake the yard while He trims the long grass and The Chef heads to the kitchen. FYI, raking a yard in Jamaica does NOT compare to raking some maple leaves off a lawn at home. Raking 101 did not prepare me for Raking 302. I was not prepared for the steep gravel hill, all the rocks, the hot sun, the dust, the hot sun, the dust………rake, rake, cough, take a break, rake, rake, cough, take a break, rake, rake, wipe sweat, rake, wipe dirt, take a break……..and repeat. Needless to say I won’t be given the task to “rake the yard” ever again.
Soon comes the nephew. I will call him The Contractor. Immediately The Contractor begins testing the durability of Momma’s outdoor bathing veranda. It is ruined with wood rot.
Now arrives another good friend, aka The Assistant. The Contractor catches The Assistant up to speed. The debate begins. He, The Contractor, The Assistant and The Chef all chime in their opinions. The decision is made. The entire addition must come down and be rebuilt.
For the next 10 hrs, through sunshine and a heavy rain, these 4 beautiful black men worked together, ate chicken and rice together, joked together, and drank JB Rum together all for His Momma.
This was my magical day.
And then I caught the sunset.”
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