Yamon' Kahuna3, would like to meet you. I have "Walk Good" read it about 5 or 6 times. Now, digging into Sunset Negril. We will be in Negril next week. Respect . Rock'n'Roll Farmer + Wife
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Yamon' Kahuna3, would like to meet you. I have "Walk Good" read it about 5 or 6 times. Now, digging into Sunset Negril. We will be in Negril next week. Respect . Rock'n'Roll Farmer + Wife
Love you Kahuna!!! This is everything, and a bag of gizzada's!!Quote:
OK – not trying to bring anybody down or cast a dark shadow on things here. I’m just callin’ them as I see them. Because that’s how it has to be. If it flies, it flies. If it doesn’t – au revoir.
Really!!!! No Ambulance, Again?? So sad. :(Quote:
I asked them what was up and this is the first thing I got: There was a tragedy on the beach yesterday afternoon. A man died while swimming into shore from a boat moored about 80 yards off shore. He was first observed bobbing near the buoy line just off the beach in front of White Sands. He’d been snorkelling with several of his friends when they noticed that he was in distress. They pulled him ashore and started CPR. Two of my crew, Cappy (a fireman) and Shrek, relieved them and performed chest compressions on the man for about forty minutes but their efforts were in vain, the man did not revive. He was believed to be in his mid-forties. Speculation was that he had a heart attack or a stroke or drowned. It was his second day. Very sad.
The police showed up and an ambulance was summoned but never arrived. His friends were understandably distraught. Eventually efforts to resuscitate the man were stopped. They removed him from the beach on a chaise lounge. He was placed in the back of a pick-up and driven away to the north. As the truck pulled slowly away the man’s friends were seen still performing chest compressions in a last attempt to bring him around.
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Originally Posted by chris55
Are you still staying at the place that had the break in? Enjoy your stay but be careful:cool:
I am in the middle of "Walk Good"...u guys just checked into Hedo, with some "bad naked" going on.....lol.....got both books for Christmas....Thanks for reporting the happenings....helps keep the rest of us "informed travelors"......love ur stories...April soon come for me.....
Glad you are back!! I'm ready to hear more of your adventures.
Beach Day
The weather today couldn’t be any better. It’s clear, calm, the sky is scattered with a few puffy white clouds. The sea is flat calm and a clear as a swimming pool. Awesome!
I went for a morning swim along the buoy line out in front of White Sands and down to Sandy Haven. I hugged the buoys and rope all the way out and back. It’s been a while since I swam but after a few minutes the muscle memory kicked in and I was gliding through the water, flying over the sea bed. I saw a beautiful little black and white eel snaking along over the ripples in the sandy bottom.
It is so nice not to have jet skis out on the bay. Prior to the ban, the jet skis would roar along just outside the buoy line, churning and polluting water. While swimming, I would hear their almost-constant buzz, even through the earplugs that I wear. Also, there seems to be markedly fewer guys on the beach hustling jet ski rides. I never realized how many of those guys there actually were. The beach seems much calmer now. However, I do feel for those who have lost their livelihood. I know they must really be hurting now.
Halfway through my swim it suddenly struck me that I was in the very waters where a man had died two day previous. It was a sobering thought and a stark reminder of just how tenuous our hold on this life is. This morning there was an arrangement of bougainvillea branches in the form of a cross in the sand at the location where the man was brought ashore.
Last night was the repeat-guest-buffet at White Sands. They cut up a couple of big sheet-cakes for desert. Last year after the buffet, my buddy Shrek devoured eight pieces of the cake. Understand that he was sub-powered at the time. So we were laying bets as to how many pieces he would pack away this year. Since he wasn’t ‘sub-powered’ last night, I figured he would only eat four pieces. He stated adamantly that he was only going to have one. We got Peaches, one of the White Sands chambermaids who was doing double duty serving at the buffet table, to keep bringing Shrek cake, As soon as he finished a piece, she would replace it. In the end Shrek ate six pieces.
Speaking of ‘Shrek’ and beach names, we have settled on a name for our newbie. His real name is Bob. His new beach name, well earned, is ‘Sideshow’. And we’ve settled on a name for one of the girls in our crew. She didn’t like the one we’d given her, ‘WeedEye’, so we came up with another that she seems to be happy with, ‘21’. In Cashpot the number 21 is associated with ‘Bad Girl’. So 21 it shall be.
Last night we went to Bourbon Beach. There was a good crowd there. They had a bonfire going, the stars were out and the moon was backlighting a thin band of high cirrus clouds. The house band was pretty good too. All-in-all it was a nice vibe. I walked around to be back of the bar and was a little surprised to see boardie-PGW there. Just a little surprised, mind you. PGW is in town accompanying a buddy who is getting some dental work done.
We left after midnight. Walking by the Waves field we heard donkeys braying. The Negril Donkey Races are on today. It seems the donkeys were getting excited about the event.
I have sketchy Wi-Fi where I’m staying. I have to leave my room and hunt the signal, so I only go on-line to post my blog and quickly read your comments. It’s a pain and I don’t have time to respond to all of your comments and question, but rest assured that I read them with interest and appreciate your feedback.
Likkle more . . . .
I can pick up a decent White Sands wifi near the entrance, beach side
I was wondering about the jet skiis. I bet the peacefulness is nice.
Looking forward to Donkey Race pics!
Good stuff! That's the Kahuna we know and love.
We just left Negril this past Thursday, and I thought I spotted PGW with Uncle Johnny by the roundabout on our taxi ride out of town. Hilarious! You never know when that guy is going to pop-up.
K3 - it sounds like you're getting your groove back - nice to see :)
Dutty Wata
Yesterday afternoon, just after posting how lovely the sea was, I walked down to the shore and stopped cold, right on the beach. I literally did a double take at the water. I took my sunglasses off and checked it again because I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The sea was the colour of dark tea. As far as the eye could see.
I stood there stunned for a minute, trying to figure out what had happened. Instead of the clear emerald waters that are the norm here, the waves that were breaking on the sand were muddy brown.
I walked over to the nearest vendor and asked him what had happened. He said that it was water from the river. I was standing in front of the Donkey Races, which is a long, long way from the mouth of the river in town.
I caught up to one of my crew and he said that it had happened about 30 minutes prior. A clear brown line in the water had crept down the shore at about walking speed. We talked it over and figured that the sand-berm at the mouth of the river, which had prevented boatmen from exiting the river, had been breached by the water in the river that had built up as a result of the torrential late afternoon rains that Negril had been experiencing over the last six days. When the berm washed away all the tannin-stained water pooled up in the river suddenly flooded out into Long Bay.
Very weird. It was a beautiful day but nobody was in the water.
Several hours later the water had already begun to clear up.
Last night we dined on pizza then cruised a few beach bars and ended up at Sun Beach. There was a group there that were staying at Rhodes Hall on a yoga retreat. To the delight of the boyz in the crew, the yoga group consisted primarily of physically fit and flexible young women.
Here, from my parochial Canadian point of view, was the best line of the night. We were sitting in a beach restaurant, all thirteen of us, waiting for our pizzas to come out of the kitchen. It was around 9:00pm. Sideshow, our newbie, had been cautioned as to where and when he lit up; he’d been advised to ask if he was unsure. The waitress was walking by and he asked her, “Hey, is it okay if I smoke the ganj here?”
The waitress, didn’t break stride, she nodded and said, “Yah, mon. I’ll bring you an ashtray.”
Think about it. In many ways Jamaica, as a developing country, has a long way to go to get to Canadian/American standards; infrastructure and government institutions, for example. But in terms of a rational attitude towards the consumption of a natural herb, they are a decade ahead.
We were at Canoe a couple of years ago and my hub lit up a very large fatty. All the the waitress did was drop an ash tray off at the table. Funniest part of the night. Glad that you made it back, love your writing and must get your books.
WOW, it would have been very weird to see the ocean that colour. And that is quite far rom the mouth of the river to Wavz
Happy to see your having fun Lady Jane, continue to enjoy.
big hug and much respect to you!
The Time – Spliff Continuum
Yesterday was one of those days that just unravelled into a strung-out series of beach walks, bars, taxi rides, swims and disjointed conversations. You’ve probably experienced some of them yourself.
I’m sitting here in a shady gazebo, looking out over the emerald waters and listening to the waves shushing up on the sand. It is already hot, but a cooling breeze is wending its way through the tables, chairs and palm fronds. I’m looking back on yesterday and trying to recall just what it was that I did. But all I’m getting is a jumble of unassociated images. Understand – I’m not a large consumer of alcohol or herb or anything that falls into that general category. Never was. So my inability to recall exactly what I did yesterday cannot be contributed to an excess of intoxicants. One of our crew attributed it to the ‘time-spliff continuum’ which sounded pretty good, so lacking a better explanation I’m going with that.
Here are things that come to mind in no particular order;
- a glorious, Jet Ski free, swim in the sea
- a long, very hot pre-noon walk along the beach from White Sands into town.
- a cool down in the Burger King
- asking JT why he still uses traveller’s checks WTF? Do they still make traveller’s checks?
- Desperately seeking some shade.
- a late night party at the Sea Splash bar. A great group of people and a fun time.
- Watching the sunset at Sun Beach, seeing a green flash! Nice sunset, better green flash.
- walking home from Bourbon Beach at midnight and being accosted by three persistent hookers.
- an early morning walk up the beach to where the path in the trees starts, dodging horse poop in the sand on the way back.
- listening to WeedEye complain about her beach name.
- saying goodbye to three of da boyz
- eating sour sop on a beach lounge.
- realizing that I was being bitten by sand fleas and remembering that I’d forgotten to apply Muskoil cream
- Drinking beer at Sunnyside – Robert was there!
- waking up after a 40 minute nap in mid-afternoon.
It was a busy day, but I didn’t do anything :)
THis photo represents how organized my mind is today
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EGGS! EGGS! the egg shortage appears to be over.
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k3 you have to send me a PM and tell my wife that the green flash does exist, she is not a believer
I still use traveler's checks! Hate to pay a taxi to take me to a cash machine to stand in line. Suppose if the places I stayed at didn't accept them, I wouldn't use them, but for me they're totally easy and obviously risk free.Quote:
Originally Posted by Kahuna3
K3, you left your flip flop under the table. :p I thought Weedeye was 21 now?
Why did the ambulance not show up to help the man who was dying on the beach?? hard to understand.
it is possible that there is only one or two ambulances available ...and they were probably elsewhere at the time
I guess so ackee....but when you hear this over and over....I mean ****....
Meringue Seeds and Vicks Vapour Rub
I went for a swim this morning and got jellyfish stings on my shoulders and face. Huh. Never happened before. Somebody said that urine will relieve the sting, but at my age I’m way beyond the golden shower thing.
And so it goes – I’m experiencing a weird time-flow here the last few days. Maybe the polar vortex is causing perturbations in the time-spliff continuum. Maybe I’m just settled into a deep Negril groove. Maybe this is all just a dream and I’ll wake up in my big comfy bed with Bea lying beside me and find myself still up in Shrunken Bullocks.
Afternoons meld into sunsets which transition into evening, moon, stars, sand under my feet. A good group of friends, loosely made plans - sometimes partially executed. A constant ebb and flow – lots of laughs.
We were all sitting around and I stopped a beach vendor who was carrying a big hoop over his shoulder with a pharmacopoeia of herbs tied to it in little plastic bags. I purchased a small bag of meringue seeds and passed them around to the group. It was a taste experience and now everybody should be good to go for the rest of their time here because meringue seeds are supposed to be a cure for whatever ails you. No excuses from here on in.
At one point a few of us ended up at Sunnyside. We reminisced with Maureen about the old times at For Real. The loss of the For Real bar is one of my life’s big heartbreaks. We talked Maureen into putting on ‘Strength of a Woman’, her favorite Shaggy tune. Maureen danced, we all sang and for a few moments we were sitting around the old For Real. It was sweet.
There was a likkle rain shower in late afternoon. It produced two rainbows. We all stood out and watched the sunset which was glorious. Then the moon came out, directly above and almost full. It bathed the beach in a soft light that cast tight moon shadows around our feet. I had a couple of meringue seeds left so I asked Odeon, the bar man, if he wanted them. He accepted them immediately, saying he would take them later – just before he went to meet his girlfriend. Yes, meringue seeds are good for that too.
Speaking of which, Shrek talked with one of the beach ‘rasta-tutes’. You’ve probably seen him cruising up and down the beach, very tall, slim, well-muscled, long dreads. And this guy is dark, dark, dark. He’s also kind of scary looking, piercing eyes. The girls in our crew call him the Stallion.
Shrek asked him how business was. The dude said business was really good. Shrek then pressed him, asking him how many tourist women he actually hooks up with. The dude figured he’d had 1,500 in over the last two years, oftentimes three on one day. Even factoring in a large dollop of male bravado, that’s pretty impressive. It’s amazing what a handful of meringue seeds and a tub of Vick’s Vapour Rub can do.
Later, we saw Michael Jackson at Bourbon Beach, he still has the moves, which is good considering he’s been dead for quite a few years.
I don’t have any specific plans for today, except to go into town and replenish the constantly dwindling money supply. Thing is, I don’t recall spending the half of it. Maybe it got sucked up in the Polar Vortex.
Likkle more . . . .
"Except to go into town and replenish the constantly dwindling money supply. Thing is, I don’t recall spending the half of it. Maybe it got sucked up in the Polar Vortex."
Happens to me every time I go to Negril.
The only thing I enjoy more than reading your posts is watching my ticker slowly go down :o
I am so enjoying this, Kahuna! In all my snorkeling..I have never had a jelly fish sting...Did you actually see it?...or just feel it! Keep on enjoying!
Ha I know the stallion you speak of always tell wifey he should hang a For Sale sigh around his neck.
Kahuna - Been enjoying all your good work. Thanks
Wow....Stallion is a brilliant name. Some of the locals like to joke about his business as he stud struts by. We saw him prowling the Boat Bar at the Friday afternoon music gathering. At one point, he was getting a picture taken between an attractive mother/daughter combo. What a business.
I know how you feel about For Real. We stopped to watch the Olympics at Sandy Haven (they had a needed super max channel ) -- which "replaced" the For Real Bar. Hate to be critical, but it was an expensive and very poor cocktail and the place has no vibe. After we ordered the drinks, the programming switched to team figure skating to add to the pain. That was a short visit. But Sun Beach (and Sunnyside) are picking up the slack.
Just left yesterday. Spent some time this week on the White Sands lookout with my brother-in-law and some of his buds. What a great spot. No wonder they have such a loyal clientele.
Hey....didn't I see You on a porch, on a chair swing at The HummingBird.....looked just like You?
I'm glad this trip is going much better. Thanks for the updates!
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Originally Posted by Kahuna3
The wifey and I call him Zeus. His focus is unparalleled, his gate is deliberate, his action is beyond what I had imagined.Quote:
Originally Posted by sabu
I am bringing Zeus a fresh container of Vicks Vapor rub..
That dude is the only person I have ever seen who I felt like sexually assaulted me with his eyes. Creepy.
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Originally Posted by Sam I Am
Hahhhaaaa
the wifey said the same thing. His sideways stare is deadly.....
We always laugh when you don't see him for a few days, business must be good LOL Funny how everyone has a name for him, we met someone in the fall that called him "Black Thunder"
Here’s a Rumour!
OK, I’m not one to start them, but I may be starting one here. Here’s a rumor – I don’t know if I’m the originator, but .. . . Remember a couple of days ago I was lamenting the demise of For Real? And how For Real closing was a sad event for many people?
I know, a lot of people think Sunnyside is just great and they are happy with it. Well, yeah, I like Sunnyside, but it has some logistical problems. What if Robert and Maureen had a mulligan on another bar – more like the old For Real? Bigger, better location, room for people to stand three deep? Better for them – better for us.
Wouldn’t that be cool?
While at Sunnyside:
* drinking rum (1)
we met a tourist guy who sleeps on the beach. He was a regular Negril looking type fellow. Late forties, long beard, very casual beach clothes and a big blue towel draped over his shoulder. He never stays in a hotel, just sleeps on the beach. What about the bugs? No problem with the bugs, he says. He just lays down and covers himself with his big blue beach towel. Currently he has permission to sleep on the bench in a bar on the beach.
Shrek and I
* stood around on the sand (2)
at the Boat Bar yesterday afternoon. There was a big crowd there, a live band was playing. Niah wandered into the place and spotted us hanging around near the front. He came over to say hi. When he got to me I put out my hand and automatically did the three part hand-shake greeting sequence that I’ve been doing for two years now. The Negril handshake is a constantly evolving sequence. Currently it finishes with a little rub of the thumbs. When I did the thumb rub to Niah he jerked his hand back and scolded me. “No,” he said, shaking his head. “Me doan do dat. Dats what de pants-down boys do,” he explained. “An’ me doan do dat.”
“You mean the guys who walk around with their asses hanging out the back of their pants?” I asked.
“Yes,” Niah replied. He pantomimed pants down around his butt. “Dem wear dem pants down, yuh know.”
“So no thumb at the end.’” I said.
Niah grabbed my hand and gripped hard, performing a traditional, firm handshake. “Feel the palm?” he asked. “Feel the palm and feel the love.”
Niah then went on to say that we should be careful of the pants-down boys. “Dem de do-nothing boys,” he explained. “Dem do nothing but dem daon want to work for it. Negril has changed, it not like it was many years ago.” He gestured around the beach. “Doan forget me told you. I tell you now an’ you remember. Negril has changed.” He nodded forcefully and said, “Be very careful, ok?”
A little later we
*watched the sunset (3)
Tonight will be the full moon. It will probably whip the ‘pants-down’ boyz into a frenzy. Watch out.
I’m hoping for a clear night so I can admire the moon as it cruises across the night sky. It will be my last full moon on the beach this trip.
I was talking with a guy who just had some ‘tourist dentistry’ done when a pretty young lady stepped up to us and
*handed me a gizzada (4).
Right there at Sunnyside. Like manna from heaven.
So yesterday we did it all: sunset, rum, sand and gizzadas :)
Likkle more . . .
Some guys have all the luck Kahuna...:cool:
There is an ambulance. I saw it last week flying down the beach road with sirens and flashing lights.Quote:
Originally Posted by Jaherring
that guy with the weird eyes is scary looking . . . among my women friends we refer to him as "250" cause we heard that is what he charges for his services. . . . creepy . . . gross . . .
I guess "Uncle Johnny" was at the same place as you the dental work should be complete now!/