Jamaica Jamaican in China

See? I’m not the only one…

Since I don’t have internet access in this new 100RMB/night hotel on Hainan, I get up every morning at 5:00AM, trek the 2 miles to the Lost Hostel and use their wi-fi. Have to do it early, since the speed of the internet connection slows down as more people wake up and get online. So, off I go today, whistling a happy tune, walking the empty morning streetlamp-lit streets of Hainan…..

The streets of Hainan

Yep, just me and my thoughts….an occasional car…..a few chickens….a rat….

Wait a minute!

What’s that? Up in the road…..a head?
The streets of Hainan


Yep, it’s a head allright…and a neck, a torso and a body!
The streets of Hainan


See? I’m not the only one who’s prepared to sleep on the beach to make a point.

The streets of Hainan
He looks European.

Let’s hope he didn’t have a suitcase, backpack or laptop next to him when he went to sleep last night, ’cause this morning…….

I’m not the only one….

–Bonnie Raitt

About the author

Walt F.J. Goodridge

"Once upon a time, there was a Jamaican civil engineer living in New York who hated his job, followed his passion, started a sideline business publishing his own books, made enough money to quit his job, escaped the rat race, ran off to a tropical island in the South Pacific, and started a tourism business so he could give tours of the island to pretty girls every day....and live a nomadpreneur's dream life."