On the way to Negril, through Lucea

[Markospoon]

Anyone ever look out the window, and just wonder what the life is like in Lucea.
I mean the day to day goings on.

I, personally find it fascinating, just the observation of the way they walk,
cross the street.
Folks all over the place.
Little shops, not the most up-to-date, but serving the purpose.

Especially when you get to that narrow street, before you make a right.
way before the curve and the church and clock.

The folks are walking past your car, almost/practically touching.

Kids, mom and pops...and Grandma too.
All over the place.
It could be a Tuesday or Wednesday, but people galore, everywhere,
all over the streets.
You pass the likkle shops, those standing in the doorway observe you......
watch you sitting in your tourist mobile......
knowing you are on the way to Negril.

I personally look directly into their eyes,
trying my best to pull, the feelings and emotions out of them.

It may last just 5-7 seconds, or there can be a slight traffic jam,
then the car crawls and you can observe them wheeling and dealing with exchanges,
calling out a friend or
giving a whistle or holla to a nice round, brown woman walking down the street.

Once, one of my old drivers pulled into a little parking lot right there. (maybe it held 2-3 cars.)
We got out to do something, can't remember, change money or buy a cold one.

He pulled in head first, but had to reverse his way out.
Man, why did you pull in here? We are trapped?
"Dude, Man! How are you gonna get out???
There's no way!!!!, There are 10 thousand folks, all crammed on the sidewalk!"
None of them seemed to stop walking, to allow my friend
to reverse out of the little, itty bitty parking spot.
He smiled.

He just started reversing, maybe 1/2 mile an hour.
Hitting the brake, then go, then stop, then go
After maybe a few seconds of this,
A real cool looking guy walking down the street took charge.
He was like the traffic cops in the old time days, that stand in the middle of the street directing traffic.
But, he was doing it on the side walk.
He could whistle with his finger pretty loud, held up the other hand.

"You stop, now come on lady, hold up sir, one moment mam.
My driver increased speed to about 1 mile an hour and the guy was directly in back of the car,
still holding up some folks, letting others go by in back.
It was like my driver and the guy and the crowd all were using
telepathic communication. They were all in tune.
It flowed..................... I was flabbergasted!!!.
Not one person was bumped or got upset or yelled .

It was amazing.