There’s a moment when the road bends toward the water and the horizon suddenly opens — green hills fading into endless blue, the air thick with salt and spice. This is Jamaica’s South Coast, a place that feels untouched, unhurried, and undeniably its own. The mornings begin with Blue Mountain coffee as the sun lifts over the mountains; afternoons are flavored with smoky jerk and smooth aged rum. The soundtrack is waves against the shore, laughter in the distance, the quiet rhythm of life lived by the sea. It’s not the Jamaica you think you know. It’s something deeper, a world away on the is...

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