We stayed at a plantation hotel for a couple of days during an epic bike ride in Jamaica. A High School buddy and I each had our own room in this building. I had a four poster canopy bed with a mosquito net surrounding me, softening the light that came through the windows. There were a variety of such buildings within a short walk of the main house. The main house had beautiful hardwood floorings, a great room for dining, and was decorated with Jamaican art. It was no longer a working plantation rather a kind of hotel complex. The entire compound was atop a mountain providing great vistas.