My mood isn't yearning, it's happy stupid thing cocked up on me.

So I just got back from my vacation on tuesday morning, after about an hour on the tarmac at Sangster airport in Montego bay (Jamaica for those who don't know) because of some cock up with tickets and passenger problems, we finally had a rather dark and annoying 9 hour flight before arriving back at Birmingham airport (England) at around 7AM to find it pissing it down with rain.
Makes a change from the heat of the Jamaican sun I must admit.

Okay, rant about the journey back over with, I really did enjoy my holiday. Horseback riding into the sea, climbing the Dunn's river falls, bamboo rafting down the Martha Brae river (which has a rather interesting story attached to it), visiting a beautiful botanical garden (albeit from the spider town), and a few more things which allude my memory.