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Discover Jamaica’s New Style

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Photo: Theo Morrison

It’s 11 p.m. on the beach at GoldenEye Hotel & Resort, outside of Ocho Rios, and the Jolly Boys are just hitting their stride. The old-school mento band, fronted by the 74-year-old Albert Minott in a polyester suit and trilby, is delivering hit after hit of calypso-style classics to a large group of casually chic guests dancing in the sand. The fact that few of these guests, here to celebrate a collaboration between the resort and the New York–based Haute Hippie fashion label, were even born when the Jolly Boys first formed in the late 1940’s doesn’t stop them from jumping in and getting down. With a new album, Great Expectation, that features their funky mix of banjo, guitar, and marumba box, the Jolly Boys are enjoying a renaissance these days. They are soulful, scrappy survivors on an island that, much like the band, has been reinventing itself with an eye toward the past.

Hearing the Jolly Boys brings back my own early childhood memories of breezy, sun-filled family vacations on this island 40 years ago. The Jamaica I knew then was one still defined by the cosmopolitan sun-seekers—Errol Flynn, Ian Fleming, Elizabeth Taylor, Richard Burton, and others of their rarefied ilk—who colonized posh pockets of its coastal parishes in the mid 20th century and lent the island a palpable sense of glamour. But since achieving independence in 1962, Jamaica has had its share of growing pains. An alliance with Cuba during the Cold War took it off a short list of chic places for the American elite—who had been coming in droves. Headlines about poverty, unrest, and violence in the decades that followed ruled it out as an easy Caribbean destination, too, despite the popularity of Bob Marley and Jimmy Cliff. Homophobic incidents and laws didn’t help. Neither did cruise-ship overload and all-inclusive overkill, phenomena that might have improved the sputtering economy, but did nothing for the reputation of the island among the sophisticated set.

But lately, a stylish crowd has been discovering Jamaica all over again, encouraged by a handful of iconoclastic resort owners. Rather than sequestering guests behind closed gates, this new breed of hotelier is tapping in to what makes the island so special beyond its beaches and weather—its complex topography, rich history, and vivid culture.

“It’s sometimes a fight getting guests over their negative perceptions,” says the informal yet formidable Chris Blackwell, whose Island Outpost hotel brand includes GoldenEye; Strawberry Hill, in the Blue Mountains above Kingston; the Caves, poised on cliffs in west Negril; and Port Antonio’s Geejam. “But the island is full of bright, talented, and funny people who love being Jamaican. They are the greatest asset of this country.”

Blackwell should know. Born in London but raised in Jamaica, the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame inductee and Island Records founder produced Bob Marley, Toots and the Maytals, and a roster of non-Jamaican musicians including Cat Stevens, Roxy Music, U2, Tom Waits, and others. In the early 1990’s, he branched out into the hotel business, opening properties in Miami at the beginning of its revival. (His hotels played a major role in resurrecting the city’s Art Deco District.) He did the same thing in Jamaica on a grander scale in the mid 1990’s, as Island Outpost took the laid-back cool of reggae style and applied it to resorts. GoldenEye is a collection of 21 villas, suites, and cottages spread across 52 coastal acres. At its heart is Ian Fleming’s original three-bedroom villa, where the author wrote all 14 of his James Bond books. The resort emerged from a top-to-bottom renovation and expansion two years ago that added some serious polish to the place without diminishing any of its Jamaica-influenced personality.

“The main thing for me is to attract guests who are imaginative and curious about life,” Blackwell tells me over a glass of coconut water on the patio of the secluded tree-house-like cottage on GoldenEye’s lagoon, where he stays when visiting the resort. “I like to create places where people can explore the area, then come back to the bar and talk.”

Indeed, with a fleet of WaveRunners, boats, cars, and kayaks at the ready, guests can visit the nearby town of Oracabessa; Ocho Rios, with its blossoming local art scene; Noël Coward’s Modernist-style retreat, Firefly; and James Bond Beach, a popular weekend gathering spot for fishermen and their families. And with the road to Port Antonio paved not all that long ago, guests can also finally drive to the eastern side of Jamaica in less than two hours.

Hemmed in by the Blue Mountains on one side and the Caribbean Sea on the other, Port Antonio lured everyone from J. P. Morgan and William Randolph Hearst at the turn of the 20th century to Princess Margaret and Errol Flynn in the 1950’s. Then, after decades off the radar, Geejam came along. The tiny and luxurious colony of villas with a world-class recording studio opened in 2007 and rebooted the area for hip travelers.

Jon Baker, the producer behind the Jolly Boys and Geejam’s co-owner, is a visionary and champion of the island in the Blackwell mold. He fell in love with Port Antonio when visiting in the 1980’s and was inspired to build a studio there in the mid 1990’s. It became so popular with musicians that Baker ended up creating a small resort to house them and other guests.

With just five accommodations and the Bush Bar open-air restaurant, Geejam doesn’t offer guests much in the way of on-site activities beyond a pool table and fitness room (and recording studio, of course). As an early guest there (staying in a villa with artwork by the infamous graffiti artist Banksy), I was encouraged to walk down to the sweet little village of Drapers and then make my way over to the beach at Frenchman’s Cove Resort, a onetime jet-set destination now popular with locals who eat snapper and salt fish at the hotel’s authentic shack of a restaurant.

We met welcoming people everywhere, both native Jamaicans and foreign homeowners like Patricia Wymore Flynn, the cattle-ranching widow of Errol, and the art collector Francesca von Habsburg-Lothringen, who invited us and other Geejam guests to her raucous New Year’s Eve bash. But the best part of the visit was a trip to the Rio Grande, an hour’s drive into the interior, where boatmen poled us on bamboo rafts festooned with flowers along the crystalline blue river. It was a serene experience that removed us from all thoughts of the modern world. Years ago this was the way bananas got to market, and it inspired the folk song that Harry Belafonte later made famous as “Day-O (Banana Boat Song),” as well as Errol Flynn’s legendary rafting parties.

Baker, British-born, but now also a Jamaican citizen, sees this entire area, with its untouched swaths of tropical mountain beauty (lagoons, rain forests, mineral baths, and waterfalls) as an underutilized paradise. He’s currently renovating two properties, set to open this winter, just outside Port Antonio—Trident Hotel, a series of luxurious waterfront villas that date from the 1960’s, and the magnificent white Trident Castle, built nearby in the 1980’s by an eccentric island architect. Baker has also taken over the dockside restaurant at the Blue Lagoon, a 15-minute drive from Port Antonio, and plans to reopen it as a casual lunch joint that doubles as a romantic dinner spot. Next door, he’s planning a spa with a freshwater bathing spring beside it. Meanwhile, he’s intent on promoting the Errol Flynn Marina, in Port Antonio, as a yachting destination. It’s a big to-do list. “Sometimes I feel like Fitzcarraldo,” he tells me as we make our way past the Blue Lagoon’s hanging moss to the dilapidated, cavelike site of his imagined spa. “But my goal is to make this area more accessible to tourists and Jamaicans alike.”

What started as a tentative dip into hotels for him has blossomed into a renaissance for the entire area—if not the island. “There’s a new positivity in Jamaica with a new government,” he says of the fresh approach taken by the recently elected prime minister, Portia Simpson Miller of the People’s National Party, that includes speaking up for more education and social programs and against deep-seated homophobia. “And I’ve seen an upsurge in pride.”

He’s talking about what Novia McDonald-Whyte, a lifestyle editor at the Jamaica Observer, calls Brand Jamaica, something beyond beaches, reggae, and jerk chicken. “There are so many ways Jamaica pulls above its weight with its history, nature, culture, and resorts,” says McDonald-Whyte, who has a penchant for wearing big white-framed eyeglasses and the best Jamaican designers. “Visitors don’t just want the sun,” she says. “They come here because this is home to runners such as Usain Bolt, or to raft down the most beautiful river in the Caribbean, the Rio Grande.”

They can also now come to Jamaica for locally sourced meals that would have been unheard of just 10 years ago, when island food was lackluster at best. Everywhere from the elegant, traditional Jamaica Inn, in Ocho Rios, to Jakes Hotel, a low-key resort of 27 eclectic cottages and two villas on the remote southwestern coast, I found chefs working with farmers and fishermen to uplift their menus. Jakes offers farm-to-table dinners, served on site at area farms. There’s even a community-supported agriculture business, Potosi Farms, which delivers sustainable produce to hotels, restaurants, and homeowners island-wide.

Of course, some visitors still want what they always wanted from Jamaica, a quick flight to good weather in winter and an elegant experience on the sea. For this they can turn to Round Hill Hotel & Villas, a favorite of the socially prominent for 60 years, including Grace Kelly and Babe and Bill Paley, who owned grand “cottages” along the hills above the resort’s beach. Today, the 110-acre resort on its own peninsula has 27 villas and 36 hotel rooms recently redesigned in classic tropical style by Ralph Lauren (a property owner on Round Hill’s board).

“The social history here is fascinating,” says Josef Forstmayr, Round Hill’s affable managing director, over a dinner of Jamaican rock shrimp and pole beans with fresh mint (from the resort’s own organic garden) at the Grill, an open-air seaside restaurant on a sprawling terrace. He rattles off a list of royals and iconic figures who have visited the resort and tells me that my own imposing cottage, No. 25, once housed John and Jackie Kennedy. What’s even more exciting is the fact that Ryan Gosling, one of many younger celebrities flocking to Jamaica these days, stayed here last winter. Rather than stick around the property, he got out on a motorcycle to explore, taking in concerts at clubs and a major street party in Kingston. “And when Paul McCartney comes,” continues the puckish, Austrian-born Forstmayr, “he sails a Sunfish over to the dock and shoots the breeze with everyone. They know who he is but don’t make a fuss. Jamaicans will talk to anyone.”

Devoted as Forstmayr is to his world-famous clientele, who treat him as much like a friend as a manager, he’s more devoted to the island itself, with all its twists and bumps. “If you want everything smooth, you can go to St. Bart’s,” he says. “This island is about real life.”

Jason Henzell is yet another hotelier who understands that. As the owner of Jakes, in the town of Treasure Beach, he has become so integrated with the community that he might as well be mayor. His mother, Sally, designed the cluster of modest little cottages in 1991. Since then, it has developed into a popular spot for travelers in search of authenticity—thanks, in large part, to Henzell’s extraordinary commitment to the Jamaican community around him. When I visited there last Christmas, he encouraged us to get to know the area and even joined us on a boat ride to Black River, a town of fishermen and port workers. As we zipped along the waters of Treasure Beach, a scrappy and happy little village where Henzell has many development projects under way, he sighed.

“There’s so much to do around here,” he said. “But it will get done through community and visitor engagement.” At the time, he was getting ready to open a sports camp for 1,200 area kids funded by grants and devoted guests who support his efforts. He regularly hosts the Calabash Literary Festival, and he continues, through the local service organization he heads, to pull in funding for health care, a fish sanctuary, and agricultural projects, which include his enterprising farm-to-table dinners.

Not far from him, in Negril, the Rockhouse Hotel, a cluster of cliffside bungalows that attracts a bohemian set, has also taken community engagement to a new level. In 2008, its foundation funded a major library renovation. And last winter, in Little Bay, a small fishing village a half-hour from Negril, the foundation completed a makeover of a grammar school. (These efforts, incidentally, earned the Rockhouse a Travel + Leisure 2012 Global Vision Award.) The hotel offers guests the chance to visit the library and school every Thursday.

“Visitors want to know there’s a fuller impact of their travel dollar here,” Peter Rose, the foundation’s president, tells me as we drive past fishing boats and coconut palms to see the school. “It makes people feel good to see the real Jamaica.” Indeed, I’m impressed to find a polished two-story school that was, until recently, decrepit and inadequate. The students look inspired. “They’re passionate about education, they really want to learn,” one teacher tells me.

I step into a classroom where all eyes are upon me. “Good afternoon, Mr. Morris,” they say in unison. “Welcome to the Little Bay All Age School. We hope you enjoy your visit.”

I do, very much.

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