Keep it coming Gerry! Loving the pics and your report!
Markus is requesting that you remove any and all lionfish from the ocean around the "Catcha Falling Star" area first. (That's where we want to go in April.)
If you can't get to all of them, he asked that you leave the speargun there and he'll take out the rest of them for you.
Thanks:)
Have fun tomorrow!
Great idea! And I'll take over when Markus is ready for a break.Quote:
Originally Posted by Clarity
Loving the trip report, Gerry! Yah, Summerset is definitely a pretty quiet place, and unless it is around breakfast or lunch time sometimes you can't get the guy who is the cook/bartender and dangitall forgot his name. Eddie's is my favorite hangout too. And have you run across my friend Bobo yet? He is good people.
And I am really glad that there was an apology made by Rastagal I think it showed a lot of class, imho.
So, after chillin a bit at Seastar Inn, I welcomed yet another female visitor, Raquel, and together we headed to Three Dives to hang with Rob, enjoy an incredible sunset, and of course to feast once again on Jerk Chicken.
in the interim, I had devoured by myself a previous plate of jerk from DeBars (btw, at the exact same time, Eddie n his wife were at Seastar, as we greeted one another upon my return from his restaurant, which was quite a coincidence), then later, at the end of the night, I had a third plate from a guy near the roundabout, so that made three plates for the day -- I think I am about the sprout some wings, lol.
The third plate I only ate some of it, put the rest near my puter before falling asleep.
After saying our goodbyes, Raquel, who lives in Sav, headed out, and I took off on my motor bike seeking my next adventure. I was in the mood to ride without the helmet (read: no pot in vehicle), so I took off, down the hill, past the strip of hotels, all the way to RIU Negril.
I was hoping to catch P King, a cabbie whom I ve known for many years and who works in front of RIU, but alas, for the second time including last reach, I could not find him to say Hi.
I cruised back, parking in front of the Jungle just for fun (they were having an event, but nothing like Thursday night, I assume), where by chance I ran into Shane, my fav cabbie who has been taking care of me and Brasi since we got here.
Shane is an amazing young man, and I have gotten to know him well, this being our second trip together after I had first met him in front of Legends this past summer on the last vaca ....
He is 30 years with two kids, a baby momma (as he puts it), and wow he works hard. He starts in the morning, working all day at Legends (it's called a 'home run' when someone wants to go to the airport as opposed to Ricks or somewhere similar), then he works all night in front of whatever club is most crowded that particular evening. I would say he works from 8 a.m. to 3 a.m., and that's impressive, especially compared to the hustlers on the beach who big tourists for a dollar.
Anyway, Shane invites me to his house for dinner, a sincere invite, too, and I am really touched. 'You have five nights left, pick a night,' he says to me. That's really touching. He says he lives in the country and says we can have a great home-cooked meal together.
Find me a cabbie like that anywhere else in the world, and i would be surprised. But in Negril, there is an extremely strong sense of friendship and loyalty, not just between workers and tourists but between workers and workers and even between tourists and other tourists.
There is love in the air in Negrl (except for the Red Sox-capped fool who picked my pocket, of course), and it's going to be sad when I leave because I feel more at home on every reach.
God, oh god, I wish I was a millionaire so I could stay forever. Can anyone relate to that????
Yep, I can relate to that, now if only my lottery numbers would come in!
Also, I forgot to mention last night I met a really fun guy named Perry, an older gentleman who was hangin' with us at 3 Dives and who says he wants to be in my report.
I casually asked him if likes the chicken at 3 Dives, and he the silver-topped expat says: "I would think so. I've been coming here for FORTY years.'
Wow, that's impressive. Perry used to own a Negril restaurant called Between Two Worlds, and he has plans to build another one and start over again. I guess he and Rob are old friends, and they appeared happy to see each other again.
Gerry you should try to make it out to Half Moon at some point. Its an awesome spot and a beach like you've never seen before.
Hey RG 777 maybe Gerry can pick you up on the scooter, and you can show him where it is. This is only suppose to be funny, I am not serious.lol,lol
^^^:D
Well, the spearfishing turned out to be a HUGE success. I met Andy, my new friend whom I first got to know at Bentley's a couple of nights ago, at Xtabi. He set me up with spear, taught me how to use it, then we sparked up. I was totally stoned when I jumped into the water, and no surprise I let the spear gun slip on my first shot and it drifted like 25 feet down, lol, but I managed to retrieve it.
It took a few minutes to get the hang of it, and when I saw a big puffer fish, I suggested Andy do the shooting. He nailed it, and it puffed up extra big with spines just as the spear went in -- a bit violent but very exciting. A few moments later, I saw a puffer (the slow fish are much easier for me), and I went down about 20 feet, aimed right for it, hit it, but the spear bounced away. Darn ......
It still there. I went back for air, took a deep breath, descended on this poor puffer fish, and nailed it right through its body. My first official catch. I was going crazy!
Then Famous Vincent picked us up and we went to a reef. There we shot lots of fish, caught a few lobsters, too. What a blast.
We headed back to Xtabi. I ordered a nice cup of soup with coco bread at Seastar, and it will be waiting for me downstairs now that I've come to room to freshen up a bit (read shower, then smoke).
Pub crawl soon. Ya mon.