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Larisa McBean is a Tourism Management Professional and Researcher specialising in community tourism development, and a Blogger who writes commentary on a variety of topics. An International Development graduate (MSc.) from the University of Birmingham, U.K., majoring in poverty and inequality reduction strategies, Ms. McBean has conducted research on sports tourism as a vehicle to socio-economic development, which she presented at the UNWTO Global Tourism Conference, and on the alignment of tourism investment to the SDGs in Jamaica, published in the Worldwide Hospitality and Tourism Themes academic journal. She also has a background in education and training, and public speaking, having taught in Jamaica, the United States, France and Japan.

  • Beach Days

    Sea breeze blows Brushing against my skin Filtering the sun’s rays With its gentle blowing   Air tastes like salt There’s a melody in the wind Tides rip and flow The current pulls me in   White sand beneath me… Read More ›

  • Sekhmet

    Fire and blood Blazing, running Destructive feet trod Deliberate and cunning   She cuts down mischief Obliterating war Warring for peace Which now is not far   The goddess is angry Vengeance her cause Sweeping up enemies Without giving pause… Read More ›

  • Trouble

    It seems everywhere she goes Trouble is never far behind Things always go great at first Until she ends up in a bind   Free-spirited; she comes and goes Wearing independence like a crown But with a softness that one… Read More ›

  • Justice

  • Scorpio

    Scorpion It has the sting of death Cross its path You may not live to regret   It holds a grudge Like no other can A calm, smiling face But to avenge is its plan   A strong aura of… Read More ›

  • Deported

    Dipped in agony, regret and shame; No good thing comes with his name. Eyes look downward; can’t look straight; His lot is hardly a thing of fate.   The land of opportunity; they didn’t lie; From a dark, rural life… Read More ›

  • Forbidden Fruit

    Just the sight makes you savour. The lust inside gets stronger. Over a fruit like this–wish I had the power To enjoy every inch of its flavour.   Forbidden fruit is best; the thirst is real. I’ve just experienced it… Read More ›