Gerry G's TRAIL OF ASHES TOUR Final Chapter -- The Mighty Californian's return

Good to see the beach in front of treehouse being replenished a little!

Gerry, great to see you back in Negril. You look healthy, happy and are keeping it real. Thanks for the report. Looking forward to more adventures.

It was great sitting with Seastar Inn co-owner Francine and meeting the new baby daughter. She looks absolutely perfect! Francine was beaming. We sat and had a little meal together at Seastar Inn to catch up on all of Chris' misbehavior -- ha, just kidding for her hubby is a true saint!

Also, Seastar Inn worker Nicky just had a baby, too. It's like a nursery at Seastar Inn.

You have lost a noticeable amount of weight, Gerry, and are looking good! Someone mentioned that Bentley is ill; is that true? Hope he is going to be okay. Enjoying your trip report... again.

Bentley is ill and this is a private matter between him and his physician. To respect Bentley's privacy, the issue needs not to be discussed here, and should not be elsewhere. Somethings deserve the respect to be private matters.

But rest assured, he is receiving the medical treatment he needs.

We don't stay at seastar, but we eat there a lot, and go to the show. I can understand Gerry's loyalty to the place. Barbara actually remembered my wife's name a year later, and Chris treated is like we were the most important customers ever when I bought a couple bottles of jerk sauce to take home. Gerry's descriptions of is place always make me smile.

Great report. I just got caught up after reading your 3 TR. Wish we were there.

Gerry - have just skimmed through your Trip Report ... will read it full later!
Please let us know updates on Rambo. We went to see him in the hospital in Sav, and he was very, very lucky! For goodness sakes, lad! Momma M says "GerryG! You be careful on that scooter! I will worry about you!" Tell him we say hi and wish him a speedy recovery! He's gonna be the only man-patient when that cast comes off! I just know it! Ladies, you know what I'm talkin' about!
Really!
And, dude! You look awesome! You really do! You look healthy and happy and fit. That's a good thing! Be proud of yourself! Congratulations! It's never easy, but it sure does feel good when it works ... and it takes work. Felicitations, GerryG! Enjoy your time!

Got it Rob! Prayers for him! That's all...

I was all over the place today. I visited Negril Bill at Westender, where I had lion fish again and followed him around on errands – he has a scooter, too. We motored through the back roads to Out of Town Pastry, and I marveled at the scenery.

At one point, I remember thinking that every time I turn around, it looks like a scene from an oil painting. Negril Bill said it’s especially green after a rain.

Every time the rain would pick up a little bit, I would motor back to Seastar Inn. Then the sun would pop out again, and I would be off again, this time back to Bourbon Beach to chill with Memphis Mike and his assorted friends, mostly younger ladies.

Eventually the plan was to meet up at Seastar Inn at 11 p.m. and head out with Chris in the van, but the plans got mixed up, so we headed there with three of us in a car. I won’t name names because you know how Thursday nights can get in Negril, and this one was going to be a doozy.

Here's a little video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature...&v=0iClpme0zfA

u r 2 kewl.And my very very good friend. ;)

Reminds me of a video game I used to play with my son. Nice spot out there, where were you?

I thought the tree frogs that "chirped" at night were small? That sucker is huge!

Yeah, he is a big one. This is near the Westender Inn hotel up the road past Rick's cafe, you make a right at the split ....

That isn't a Tree Frog. It is a Cane Toad. I've seen them up in Red Ground big enough to swallow a rat! In fact, they were introduced to Jamaica in 1844 to help control the rat population destroying the sugar cane crop.

After a pre-party at Seastar Inn, we made our way to the Jungle on Thursday night -- girls-free night -- and the place was popping.

Here was the scene: a group of about 30 tourists, mostly male but some couples. A group of about 100 locals, mostly female but some couples. Plus a group of about 200 party girls, all girls, looking for fun fun fun after the sun sun sun.

You've got to be in the mood for this place if you're like me, and that's probably way a lot of expats and regulars only can handle it once every five or ten years or so. But me? i love it. I couldn't do it every night, or even twice in one trip, but two or three times a year, no problem mon.

This time, I didn't buy as many peeps drink like the crazy fool I've been in the past, but all the regulars were there, the ones I only know their first names. But I did indulge in quite a few rum punches myself, and after an hour or two, let's just say I was feelin' the vibe.

I should have the next two Thursdays covered,

lol. Next thursday is going to be a busy day.

Canoe, Burboun and Jungle?

GerryG mentioned there were some couples at the Jungle on Ladies Night.....Which made me wonder if there have been any problems when the men are receiving alot of attention from the party girls? Just curious as I've never been to the Jungle, let alone show up on a Ladies Night. I just wonder how my lovely wife of 18 years would handle a scene like that? I don't think she would be angry with me (as she knows I can be trusted) but I could see her get in the face of the other girls if she felt that were invading our "personal space". :D

My wife and i danced with a group of girls last year at the Jungle,they were having fun and no problem at all!

Actually, there is a strong dose of respect for folks that are coupled-up, and that goes for everyone in Negril, even the gigilos.

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Actually, there is a strong dose of respect for folks that are coupled-up, and that goes for everyone in Negril, even the gigilos.

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Good to hear...maybe we'll check it out during our next reach.

Muck,

Before my divorce, my ex and I spent many nights out and about in Negril including the Jungle on Ladies night. Never had an issue at the Jungle, but one night at Alfred's one party girl wouldn't take no for an answer. Some other locals stepped in and told her to move on.

Hi Flip. You be sure to have a great time my friend.

Muck your wife rules. Good for her.

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Hi Flip. You be sure to have a great time my friend.

Muck your wife rules. Good for her.

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Hey, thanks a lot my friend. good hearing from you!

Here's some photos ....

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Memphis Mike doin' his thing at Westender Inn

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Sheldon, the great server at Westender Inn

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Snorkeling on Bloody Bay

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Charlie Tattoo and Barbara at Seastar Inn

thanks for taking us on another trip with ya. looking good!!

Closing time. The end of the evening on a Thursday night at Jungle. We took the party to Room 12 at Seastar Inn, a few friends and locals in keeping with about the same boy-girl ratio as the club itself.

Most of us are a bit dazed and confused, and it was a little past 3 a.m. when one of the guests realized she might have left her cell phone in the car of a friend who had dropped us off at the front gate (but instead of joining the party, he had headed to Scrub a Dub.)

So now I can't find my phone either and the others either don't have a phone or have run out of minutes -- classy group, by the way -- so now I play tour manager and say, "OK, we'll all posse up and head to Scrub a Dub and find this guy. No problem, man."

Plus, I thought my cell might be in there, too, though I could have sworn I brought it up. Also, I couldn't remember the number, so I couldn't call with my USA phone.

There are a bunch of us, and we head to the street and start walkin up the lane ... Not many cabbies around at 4 a.m. but sure enough, we find our way to Scrub to Dub.

Crazy scene at Scrub a Dub.

To be continued.

Meantime, some video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L6QSGwk2zlw&feature=player_detailpage

Sheldon, great guy know him from the Negril Escape, every time I head out to Westender he isn't working,:( Maybe I will catch him this trip.

At Scrub a Dub, the scene was like something out of a Dionysian dream, as the drinks flowed, the music blared and a large group of beautiful Jamaican women were running around wearing just g-strings.

The place has a bad rep with a supposed rough crowd but the vibe was good this morning, very peaceful. I barely remembered the face of the guy who drove us and hopefully je had at least one of the phones if not both. He was a tall, bald expat, and I thought I spotted him a couple of times but to no avail.

We gave up, but later I did find my phone back in the room under some clothes -- I was out of it I didn't realize until later that I had called my American cell with it, so I did in fact have the number .... It rang a few feet away from where I was standing, and all I could do was laugh. I guess you just can't take things too seriously in this world, and that includes yourself.

I slept well.

Hmmm...beautiful Jamaican women in g strings ,now that's a picture worth painting ;)

Sounds like Scrubadub alright, good to go on a night when they have the live sex show! For real!

I slept well but could afford only a few hours because I was up early to go spear-fishing. A nice Aussie lady joined us to snorkel with Vincent as Roger and I did our thing. She was staying solo at Home Sweet Home and said it was nice.

In the ocean, I chased a couple of over-sized squid forever trying for a big score, but those guys are faster than they look. There are a lot interesting things under the sea, and that’s the REAL reason I travel to Jamaica so often; I just love it.

Everything we spear gets eaten. Usually, Roger takes the haul with him because he has a family with kids, but oh the lobsters, sometimes I can’t resist.

On the way back, I stopped in for a quick road-side jerk snack with Smokey Joe, who has been there a long time and even has laminated business cards. I got a quarter chicken, said “no” to the bread (still on a health kick that began last January and has seen me lose like 60 pounds), and after a minor hassle about the conversion rate, I sat at a little table and enjoyed my hot meal that was as tasty as any entrée you could find at any five-star restaurant in Los Angeles.

Charlie Tattoo is set to arrive today, and I’m looking forward to it. A little more than a year ago, we hung out together for nearly two weeks at Seastar Inn – he was in room 7, and I was in room 6 – and we formed a fast friendship. The West Virginian is a generous man on a permanent vacation, and he’s always the life of the party. And though Charlie often travels solo, this time he is with his fiancée and another couple. I figure I’ll be the fifth wheel – though technically all male tourists can snap their fingers like Fonzie and have a beautiful local on their arm – but it will be OK.

Here is some video of Bar B Barn ....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=BtJ0W6pbdxY

A lot of the stores and restaurants are only open part-time because it’s low season, so it took until today for me to find a bungee chord – part of my usual Negril routine so I can tie down stuff on my scooter.

It cost 625 J, which seemed like a lot, but at least I am pumping money into the economy.

I hung at Bourbon Beach with Memphis Mike and a party girl named Candy. Later, I met a nice Rasta guy who did not ask for a thing. He was riding a bike and lives on Seastar Lane.

At Sunshine Plaza, I went to the store and bought punch, rum, candy and Red Stripe. An attendant had singled me out the first time I had visited the store a few days earlier, and he was right at my side when I came in again. I tipped him 500j. I am impressed with Negril locals who work and don’t simply beg for money or try to hustle stuff.

I bumped into Bobo and invited him to Seastar Inn for some beers, but he was a bit too busy and said he might meet me later. I went to Westender Inn and had my usual plate of lionfish. This time, I walked to the shore and dined in front of the ocean all by myself. It gave me time to think and reflect. There’s a wedding tonight at Catcha Falling Star, and some of the attendees are staying at Seastar Inn. I might pop in.

Here are some pics ....

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Nice plate of sweet n sour chicken at Chicken Lavish


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Hangin near the shore in Negril


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The legendary Nicky ....

Food looks great!

Memphis Mike needed a break from Bourbon Beach, so we met up at Xtabi for dinner.

When I rolled in to Seastar Inn, a familar voice called out: "gerryg123"! It was my old friend Charlie Tattoo. We had missed each other the past few reaches but have kept in touch through the months -- one of the great things about negril.com -- and Tattoo was hangin with a new girlfriend and another couple, all from Columbia.

If you know Charlie and if you know me, we are combustible.The party has officially begun.