Negril is better than ever! I am here, and I am having a GOOD time!

Gerry,Gerry,Gerry. I like your style. I hope I see you on one of my trips so I can buy you some drinks and we can party. I wanted to extend my vacation just like you did on my March vacation, but was too deep in debt. Thanks for the great report and the awesome pictures.

So we're sitting on the balcony, five of us, and a storm starts brewing. First the distant thunder n lightning, then the storm started to gain strength, and it was on baby. Rain was pouring HARD, lightning was striking all over the place in the sea and behind us, too, and at some points there were three lightning bolts at the same time, an electrical show of the highest order.

We ate tuna sandwiches, smoked up, and soon enough, the storm settled.

It was Lenny and Maryjane and their friend, Ruth. We went back to Seastar Inn.

I had a big plate of spaghetti with some salad, hangin' with Chris and some yardies at the bar. It was two for one drinks, and I had four hummingbirds (not the hotel). It was only about 6 p.m., a couple of hours before the big Saturday Seastar party, when I staggered to my room and drifted to sleep. I slept so incredibly well that I didn't even hear a single note of music, not one drum beat, and I woke up, knowing only that it was dark outside. I missed the party.

Looked at watch, 3 a.m., oh wow. Time to make my own party, I guess. I don't have anyone tying my down, fighting over the TV clicker, so I am alone, just like I want it. I headed down the hill, stopped at Scrub a Dub, this time I didn't have the lady on my bike, and they charged me more money! That's OK, I love bargains, but I never worry about money.

In Negril, money are my fun tokens. There's a certain amount I am willing to spend to treat myself like a King -- about 200 to 300 per day, not including all the usual expenses -- and I love to spend it, baby. I still argue about every 100j, but it's all in good fun. I don't like to get played, and I have been here so many times that I know what everything costs, what everything SHOULD cost, and what costs this much here costs that much there .... It's all good, baby.

So anyway, there was this one dancer at Scrub A Dub that I had noticed before, her name is Rochella, but I couldn't pay much attention the other night cause Nicky was with me, and she thinks she is my girlfriend, but she's really just a friend, ha ha. Rochella, she don't look like most Jamaican girls, she is built different, like a gymnast, real slender and girlish and real YOUNG; I am sure is she 18 or 19, but she looks 15 or 16 ..... I hung out with her a little while, she has a pierced tongue .... Nice girl ....

At this point, I was still having a good time, enjoying riding my scooter at night, so I went down the street, stopped near the roundabout in front roof party to eat some Jerk chicken. Told the fool I'd eat his chicken and a red bull, but please keep the hagglers away while I eat cause I was stoned and wanted to enjoy it ... All good, no one really bothered me, I ate my Jerk chicken (not too spicy, as I order it that way), and then Tweety came along. She is real exotic looking, looks like she is from south beach or something with blue eyes (contacts), tatts and light skin. I remember her from last time, but she can't quite place who I am -- which is good, cause she kind of tried to hustle me last time, but at this point she don't remember that. But I do. Anyway, I am pretty much just chillin, not wantin anything from anybody -- can you believe it? American guy, 4 a.m., does not want chicken, does not any smoke, does not want drugs, does not want a girl. Just enjoying the fresh air, laughing with the locals. Can anyone relate to that?

Anyway, I am in a good mood, so I offer Tweety a ride, free ride, she jumps all over it. She hops on my bike, I take her up the hill, but first she wants to eat, so we stop at Mi Yard. I know I have been everywhere, but I had never been at Mi Yard.

So we go to Mi Yard, we have a little snack -- we went Dutch, lol -- and I had those fried bread sticks, can't remember what they're called, 'fanstastc' or something -- and the dude next to me, an American from South Dakota staying at Tigress -- he suggests to add a likkle onion, kind of like onion bread, and ya baby that hit the spot.

We were also hangin with another guy who by chance looked exactly like Bob Marley. He tells me his ganja is so good that he's been on the cover of High Times, not once but twice. We smoke up, dude rolls small joints for someone who looks like Bob Marley, and we laugh about that ... the less intimidated you are with locals, the better, cause they can sense it. Most have never met a guy like me, a guy who has really been around, has an air of confidence about him. I get along really well with locals, I call them out on their BS, and they remember me -- Gerry from Los Angeles. Ya mon.

Anyway, I take Tweety home, she gives me a big kiss goodbye, she has lips so luscious it's like kissing Naomi Campbell. God I love this town!

So now I am like wide awake, it's like 430 a.m., and so I say WTF, I will cruise past Seastar Inn into the hills. I went all the way up, hit the gas, leaned into the curves (I been up and down that hill 100 times, I know every pothole by now), and by the time I pass Bantons it's REALLY REALLY dark. I don't even have my cell phone, and I'm thinking you know what? At this time in the morning, if I get a flat tire or something with no one around for miles, it ain't gonna be good.

So there was a little puppy on the road, I said hi to the puppy, then headed back. Once the puppy realizes I have no food to give her, just my affection, she loses interest. Reminds me of Scrub a dub, lol.

The sun was just coming up when I found myself back at Mi Yard for another portion of those fried bread sticks (with onion). So good. The Marley lookalike is still there, and we smoke up again. I hit the road, head toward seven mile, aint no fools out here cept me - no locals, no tourists, no cabbies, just the hotel security guys and me speeding by them in my scooter.

I went all the way to RIU Negril. I have been there like 15 times at least, the last time two months ago, so I know everyone there. I don't even need a wristband! I say hi up front, say I am just gonna chill for a few minutes at the beach, it's all good. (Actually, I didn't say anything, but it's still all good!).

I had to swim in that ocean, just had to, baby. There was no one out there but me, I jumped out of my cargo shorts and shoes, wearing my spongebob briefs, and I jumped in the water, splashed a round a bit, remembered all the good times at RIU. A fun place, but I have moved on.

Wringed out the undies, put the cargo shorts back on au natural underneath, swingin in the wind, baby. If you saw a quick glimpse of naked American tourist with a great ass this morning at RIU, that was me, ha ha!

Back on the road, sun is coming up to the left, the most beautiful beach and ocean to the right, I am speeding along back home. I did a little beep beep at the gate and here I am back at Seastar Inn. Snug in my bed, ready for a new day. I go back to Los Angeles in two days. I will be ready. I miss my daughters.

Here are some more pics ....

The fried breadsticks are called Festival. In my opinion MiYard makes the best. They also have awesome conch fritters.

It's been interesting keeping up with your trip.

Edit: OOPS! I meant Salt Cod Fritters.

i can only wish i get into as many good times as you have this trip on my solo trip this winter.. i couldnt wait already - but all your posts about beautiful girls and no schedules to meet, has me all the more ready to go..

really enjoying this trip report - just reading it makes me exhilarated!!
try the fish and breadfruit at miyard too
i love their snacks
finger licking good in the middle of the night

Talk about borrowed time. Both my watches I have had for years, and they've each they've each run out of batteries within a couple of days of one another .....

Gerry you are having a blast and I'm having a blast reading. You better enjoy these last two days to the fullest!!!