The Bar in the Middle of Nowhere Didn’t Save Me

Floyd’s Pelican Bar looks like the kind of place you’d see on a screensaver: a rickety shack on stilts, floating miles off Jamaica’s coast. I went thinking it’d be a reset—salt air, cold beer, nothing but water in every direction. But the boat ride out was choppy, and the bar was crowded with people all trying to prove they’d found something special. I sat with my Red Stripe, feeling like a tourist in my own escape plan. No one tells you how lonely it feels to chase a perfect moment and realize you’re just another body in the frame. The sunset was beautiful. I still left empty. #TravelExpectations # #LonelyEscapes # #HonestTravel #Travel