You don't want to just stroll around here, but get a taxi or friend to take you into the urban sprawl that isn't just Trench Town, but a cluster of poor neighbourhoods that are hard to tell apart -- though that didn't keep denizens of each from engaging in all-out war some years ago; you can still see the pock marks left by bullets. I was struck by both the desperate poverty poverty and the people's spirit. Want to know why Bob was pissed? Have a look around, especially if you're staying in New Kingston with the villas and wealth and see the face of Kingston most visitors miss. Compare the level of services -- rare trash pick-ups, women wheeling makeshift water carriers to public wells, occasional electricity.
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