“Anyone joining you for dinner, miss?” the waitress asks me. “Nope, it’s just me,” I reply, smiling back. As she whips away the spare cutlery, I realise that I’ll be saying this phrase a lot in the coming days. I have been in Jamaica for no more than two hours, but this is the third time my solo status has been queried. Granted, the Caribbean isn’t somewhere associated with single travellers – perhaps more a place for newlyweds, or for families …