By Anthony Bourdain
Regular viewers will know that in my quest to appease the television Gods, I have found myself in some difficult situations. In Namibia, for instance, where I found myself politely (if reluctantly) munching on a crap-filled tube. Weeks later, after a suitable interlude on high dosages of antibiotics, I made a silent vow to myself that I would try to avoid meals like this in the future. There would be no more crap filled tubes.
Then, just a few days ago, I found myself and my crew descending into one. Yes. You heard right. Now, my producers are a fairly responsible bunch. When I read \”cave exploring\” on the list of suggested scenes for the Jamaica show, I figured there\’d be hand rails and a gift shop. I figured we\’d pull the production van into the parking lot, take a spin around the cave with our trusty guide, buy a T-shirt–and I\’d be back at the hotel pool nursing a rum punch before you could say Peter Tosh. Perhaps I should have inquired further. Maybe we all should have. Continue reading: Notes From the Road … Jamaica »