After we ended our tubing adventure, we ended up in this too-beautiful-for-words Jamaican park, which is the only word I can think of to describe it. When we got out of the river, we were greeted by a dredlock weilding Rastafarian (spelling??) with a guitar who sang to us as we marched through this park area. It seemed to be cut out of the rain forest and cultivated. There was a beautiful pond, and a little place to shop, shower and eat. I think it was called Chukka Cove.