Let’s be honest, the name Great Huts doesn’t necessarily evoke greatness. But sometimes that’s how things are in Jamaica—quite literal. And why not? These curious accommodations are down a little path past the Boston Jerk Centre, behind an unassuming rusted gate. But once inside, there’s truly no denying. A maze of shaded stone caves open to reveal uncommon, rustic luxury. The Queen of Sheba room definitely takes the crown, with its cowhide rugs, Star of David-shaped window and master bed on a dramatic platform that’s seemingly risen from the earth. A ladder to an upper level reveals what feels like a spacious tree house outfitted with three more elaborate large beds—the perfect communal lair for an easy-going group. And up another ladder is a circular wooden perch where an afternoon can easily slip into smoky oblivion. Reluctantly descending from this secret outlook, we tread winding stone paths, past parrots squawking and turtles chilling—to a cliff-top view of a staggeringly turquoise sea. Not necessarily for the faint of heart or those needing A/C in the sweltering Jamaican sun, but Great Huts is full of goodness.
Photo Credit: Photo by Willam Richards
Digging Jamaica? Visit the 100m Shop and get your jerk-reggae-patois-sunshine fix. (Sunscreen recommended.)