It has been 10 years since I ventured to the land Reggae and spleef, but we discovered an entertaining golf course called Runaway Bay on the resort side (north) of the island. The head pro was (is) a man named Seymour Rose who played in some PGA Tour events in the 1960's.
I recall lots of interesting lay-of-the-land rolls and folds in the fairway and the routing worked very well. Admittedly, it did not have a lot of the bells and whistles resort guests desire, but in this case I found its clever simplicity quite appealling.
It is a short distance from "Dunn's River Falls" - a side journey I recommend - and is (was?) attached to a resort called "Jamaica Jamaica."
We played every morning and our regular caddies were a couple of guys named Kyle and Lassus. Kyle was a legit 2-handicapper with a gorgeous swing and the touch of a jewel thief. . . . . Lassus was a decent 6 or 7 and we played a daily 4-way match with our caddies playing out of our bags.
Neither owned a sand wedge of their own, so I sent them each a Phil Rodgers model when I went home. Several months later I got a simply written note from Lassus thanking me. I wrote back (neither had a telephone) asking how Kyle was doing and Lassus wrote back saying Kyle was playing well and trying to qualify for the Jamaican Open.
Sadly, the last I heard, Kyle's dream of coming to America and becoming a club pro had not come to pass. He wanted to be like Seymour Rose, but Kyle could not read or write even a bit. I often wonder what became of Lassus, but in truth I'm afraid to know the fate of Kyle. . . . . the underbelly of Jamaica is a violent place once you leave the Montego Bay area and he dealt marijuana on the side for extra cash.