Gotta love Niah. I had a hard time shaking him in Dec. :p
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Gotta love Niah. I had a hard time shaking him in Dec. :p
Kahuna3 - fantastic pictures , very entertaining and unfortunately, sadly eye opening read. I very much look forward to further revels and plan to search out your books before our trip. If you happen to still be at White Sands when we arrive first week of March it would be my pleasure to buy you a Red Stripe.
I'm a newb to this board, one of those TA aholic's that stumbled onto this board in anticipation of our first visit to Negril. We spent 7 days at the Holiday Inn MoBaj on our honeymoon in '92. After a trip to Mexico, several to Barbados, Jamaica came back onto the radar when we could get a good deal from WJ on flights. To each their own, but we don't do all-inclusives. We rent an apartment, a car and explore a bit. We look for a great beach with no rocks in the water and decent snorkelling close by as home base and go from there. 7 Mile Beach and Negril's amazing sunsets became the destination. Based on location, budget, TA reviews etc a 1BR @ White Sands checked all the boxes.
Being somewhat more enlightened now, certainly gonna bring one of those portable alarms you affix to the door to alert us to it being opened in the night. Sad... I honestly don't know what to think about having 2 teenagers (m16 and f14) in tow. They aren't naive but certainly aren`t partiers -yet anyway :p Yikes... We do look forward to the beach, cliffs, sunsets, scenery, meeting locals and the glorious food. 16 sleeps. Negril here we come. 3/4 steam ahead :cool:
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I also bought portable alarms...I think the noise will suffice if the door is opened..its just going to give me some peace of mind..so I can thoroughly enjoy this awesome Negril vacation!! I had bought one for my daughter once when she lived in a not so great part of town..so it occured to me why not the trip!!...Have a great trip!
Unfortunately the "pants down boys" are quite common in the US as well. Some of them have the nerve to look at me as if I'm potential prey in my own hometown. Uuumm, yeah, I look them right in the eye with a "bring it" attitude and they scurry off like the young pups they are. LOL, I don't think any of them would ever get over the shame of being taken down by a woman in front of their little friends....
We can only try to set a positive example and hope they grow to be productive people.
A Taxi Ride from Town
.. . . .. help . … . . helllp . . . . I’m stuck way down here in a deep groove.
This morning is cloudless and the sea is as flat as a pane of glass.
I didn’t even turn on my computer yesterday. So little to do – so much to do.
Three more crew have shown up, but over the next two days three will leave.
Yesterday morning I walked into town along the road to Shamrock then the rest of the way along the sidewalk. I loaded up on produce and cash and got my phone issues sorted out at Digicell. I walked over to the Cambio parking lot and spotted a route taxi with a ‘Negril-Lucea’ sign on the door. There was a woman sitting in the back. I got in the front. We took off. When we got to the roundabout instead of heading down the beach road, the guy went around it and exited on the Sav road. I said, “I thought you were going out the beach road.”
“Yah, mon,” he replied, “me jus’ ‘ave to drop dis lady dere.” He pointed vaguely ahead.
He went up to Winner’s Plaza and turned in. The lady in the back got out, two more ladies got in. We headed back towards the circle. Approaching the circle the driver’s cell, which was in the open ashtray, went off. He picked it up and started talking. We entered the traffic circle. Again, we passed the beach road, went around the circle and exited on the Sav road. The driver put his cell back in the ashtray. “Me ‘ave to pick up a lady,” he announced. This time he pulled into White Swan plaza, not so far. He jockeyed the cab around the cars, people and bikes in the parking lot and got us parked facing back towards town. We waited for the lady.
I saw two pretty, young, tall, slim Jamaican women approaching the cab from ahead. They were wearing tight clothing with cleavage revealing tops. The girls were very slim, but there was a lot of jiggle and bounce going on. (They were coming straight into my field of view, so don’t start snickering about ‘dirty old man’ – I wasn’t going to cover my eyes). The driver noticed them approaching, saw me watching them and made a comment something like, “you like de young women?” I shrugged. One of the women in the back laughed.
When the girls got to the front bumper I recognized one of them. It was Jody, the bar-girl at the Cozy Bar. Bea and I had spoken to her often when we visited the bar or passed by. She always sat out front when she didn’t have customers. She recognized me at about the same moment. She smiled, stopped at the window and bent over. “Hey, mon,” she said. She put her hand in the window and I took it. “I’ll come up and see you,” I said. “Okay,” she said, and walked on.
The two women in the back laughed and twittered. The driver laughed, put up his fist and said, “Respect, mon!”
Shortly after, the woman we’d been waiting for showed up and jumped in the back. We took off, went around the circle for the third time and headed out the beach road. The Jody encounter had given me cred with the taxi driver so he’d started a conversation and was talking about dis-an-dat.
We were approaching the traffic-light crossing that was recently erected at the Grand Pineapple. I looked ahead and saw that the light was red. The crossing guard was there with his STOP sign in his hand, raised to the oncoming traffic. The driver never slowed down at all, he just blew right on through the red light.
Bounty Killer is coming to Negril Feb 19th. I am definitely going to that concert.
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Ahhh, so nice to have you back in Negril!! Looking forward to the next installment.....:)
Kahuna...Yamon' Thanks for all the great reports. I've read "Walk Good" 5 or 6 times, now digging into "Sunset Negril" OMG! Just got thru the part where Randy freaked out at the Horny Goat! Wife and I will be in Negril next week. Hopefully run into ya?? Respect, RnRFarmer
I saw that guy on the beach today...he was walking with a purpose and even though I was wearing sunglasses, was in my tent, and had my big hat on...I felt like he was staring right through me...I said to my girlfriend that I figure he was a "stud" for hire and I guess I was right.. Saw him jogging the other day too so maybe business is slow..I am quite surprised at all the older tourist women I see with going island men...when I'm in PV you see older men with younger Spanish men but here it seems business is good for those that like to lie down while they work :p
Not sure but I think I am missing Negril already, although I have been at work all day today and Friday!
POWER STRAP!
I don’t usually talk about food, but here’s an exception. There’s a new hot dog stand on the beach in front of Sunquest Cottages. For 3 bucks you get a genuine foot-long dog in a semi-toasted bun with your choice of topping. I get mine with sauerkraut and French’s mustard. So good! I’ve had three in the last three days. They also have brats. Check em out.
Last night when we were hanging around Sunnyside we ran into a vendor who is new to the beach scene. He introduced himself as, “POWER STRAP!” He’s an older gentleman and not threatening at all. He gives off a friendly, no hassles vibe. He has a deep resonating voice which he uses to good affect when marketing his wares. He sells bracelets that he fashions out of brown coral. He claims that he offers a “Five year guarantee!” on all items.
POWER STRAP! was sipping soy milk from a bottle when he approached us. I suggested that a shot of rum would go well with the soy. I was only half joking. POWER STRAP! agreed with me and got Odeon to draw him a shot of JB which he carefully poured into the soy bottle.
He put his bag down and settled into his sales pitch. He also immediately began hitting on the girls in our crew. He was especially attracted to one of them, and had his arms around her shoulders and was putting one bracelet after another on her wrist so he could be close to her and caress her forearms. I still had the feeling that he was totally harmless, but I could see that she was getting a little uncomfortable with all the attention that he was lathering on her so I leaned over and tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey, Power Strap, I just want to let you know that she’s my dawtah,” I said. Which would mean that I’d fathered her when I was in high school, so it was technically possible.
POWER STRAP! reacted by drawing away from her immediately. He looked at me, looked at her, nodded his head and said, “OK. But doan worry, me gonna look after her. Me a good-mon.” Then he pointed at JT, who was sitting at the other end of the bar. “Him a good-bad mon, me a bad-good mon.” Johnny looked over, nodded, smiled a wicked little smile and waved.
“Which is better?” I asked Power Strap, “a bad-good mon or a good-bad mon?”
(Such are the conversations one has after sunset and several rums on the beach in Negril.)
POWER STRAP! looked at me. “A bad-good mon is bettah!” he announced in his deep resonating voice. (Now that I think of it, his voice sounds a lot like Shaggy’s singing voice) “Because, me stawt bad an’ me finish good!” He looked over at JT. “Him stawt good an’ him finish bad, so me bettah dan him, cau me finish good!” Again, JT looked over, nodded, and smiled.
“How many kids do you have, Power Strap?” one of the girls asked.
“Me ‘ave twenty-tree!” he proclaimed proudly.
Everybody gasped.
“Yah mon, all of dem girls!” POWER STRAP! added. (Think of how Shaggy would say this). “But me would like to ‘ave a likkle bwoy.”
“What are their ages?” I asked.
“De oldest is tirty-seven, de youngest tirty.”
Most of our crew, still rendered speechless, were looking at POWER STRAP! in awe. If his claim of twenty-three children was truthful, we were in the presence of a man with biblical procreative capabilities. Twenty-three kids in a seven year span. Wow!
“How many baby-mommas?” I asked.
“Nineteen baby-momma.” It was abundantly evident that POWER STRAP! had been a busy young man, back in the day.
“Your children are very close in age,” one of the girls said.
“Yah mon. One week me ‘ave seven babies!”
With this statement I started to laugh so hard that I fell off the bar-bench.
I’ve mentioned this before, but I have a very strong suspicion that Negril is an elaborately staged street theater. Something like a modern-day ‘Truman Show’. How else can encounters like the one we had with POWER STRAP! be explained?
We left Sunnyside and walked along the beach under a glorious full moon. It was another perfect night in Negril, surrounded by really good friends.
I’m blessed.
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maybe that's why he got his name of "POWER STRAP"?????
POWER STRAP, I am going to look for him. ;-)
I see how Power strap got his name. Lol!
Wow, Power strap and The Stallion aka Black Thunder, Zeus.... magnum well at work
With 23 kids over seven years, I would say the magnum did NOT work, lol.Quote:
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It has taken me a few sittings over the weekend but I just finished reading all 29 pages of postings, and what a treat...so thank you! Last year I read your similar report here and right after purchased "Walk Good" going into my annual March trip. Heading over to Amazon now to pick up "Sunset Negril", one to entertain myself but also as a thank you for this. I actually cheered when you posted that you had returned...I am glad that you did and it sounds like you are too. I am one of those AI guys...but I know where the front gates are (and the back one too) and love to get out and explore Long Bay and the Cliffs. Hopefully one day we will cross paths and and I can buy you a Red Stripe and a Gizzada and thank you personally! Enjoy the rest of your trip, I will enjoy reading about it! Cool Runnings!
Powerstrap is not new to me, I have had several run ins with him, he usually has at least one of his daughters with him. He can get pretty aggressive selling his black coral bracelets!
I'm referring to Magnum the drink, not the condoms. Perhaps he should have gone for the ruff riders LOLQuote:
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Yeah, I ran into him last Jan (2013).Quote:
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He insisted his coral ring with plastic diamond was worth 80 US. LOL..
And yelled at me when I said 10. Then he said 70. I said 5.
Got it for 10.
A Ras Fawty-Leg
This morning two of our crew went back home. It was sad. Now it’s just me, Shrek, JT and the Minnesota Triplets. There will be no more replacements.
Yesterday afternoon Shrek ordered two dozen gizzadas from the fruit lady at Chances. He's gonna take them home. I bought four and ate them all at Sun Beach - washed them down with a Cran Wata.
I’ve only got another twelve days and my 2013/2014 Negril adventure will be over. But a lot can happen in twelve days. Stay tuned.
Last night just after sunset, we were sitting at Sunnyside. I was sipping on a rum. I noticed a small group of Jamaicans gathered near the surf and looking at something in the sand. It’s normal to see tourists huddled together and peering at something, but seeing Jamaicans do it is unusual, so I hopped down from the bar bench and strolled over to have a look.
Somebody had chopped a ‘fawty-leg’ (a big poisonous centipede) in two and the front and back pieces were still writhing around on the sand. I was surprised to see it on the sand, since these things normally live in the bush and dank places. I have no idea how it got there, but there it was; in two pieces, writhing and twisting and working its many legs. The Jamaicans were standing well back from it. They were making sounds like, “Ewwww!” Like they were really disgusted.
One of the beach boys got a stick and flicked a piece towards the water, except it didn’t go where he wanted it to go. Instead it flipped through the air and landed near where another guy was standing. He jumped backwards like he was a jack-in-the-box and yelped. Then he let a couple of bumbas off at the flicker. I heard the word ‘poison’ expressed emphatically. Then they both laughed and pushed the pieces into the sea. Which didn’t seem like a good idea to me.
I’m swimming almost every morning. I love it. I get in early when the water is still flat and the beach is pretty well deserted. It’s like escaping into another realm for a while. Once I hit my rhythm the swimming is automatic and my mind drifts aimlessly. Today I imagined that the ripples in the sandy bottom were sand dunes in a trackless desert and I was jetting above them at twenty thousand feet. My early morning swim is like a form of meditation for me, very calming; except this morning when I thought I saw a piece of the fawty-leg from last night floating in front of me.
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Street Theater #1
I couldn’t get on the board yesterday – some kind of server problem – said I was ‘FORBIDDEN’ – I thought maybe Rob had finally cut me off :(
Question – if I was the last one to post here, and this is the next one – am I pimping my own thread?
Whatever.
So yesterday morning I saw Shrek off. Sad to see him go, he really wished he could’ve stayed longer. His daily contributions to the local economy will be missed. If Shrek lived here full time I’m sure the Jamaican GDP would tick up a notch.
So it’s just JT, me and the Minnesota Triplets. We went to the Country Western bar last night and had a blast. We drank, ate, sang along, drank, put on cowboy hats, danced, sang, drank, and laughed a lot. It was a really good party.
Tonite – The Warlord is at Root – BOUNTY KILLA! I hope he actually shows up.
One of the things I enjoy most about Negril is the constant street theater that occurs here. And it’s entirely free, right out in the open and there for your enjoyment. The acts that make up Negril street theater are spontaneous. Scenes can break out on a street corner, in a store, on the beach or across the road. The actors are real people. You can walk into a scene or be presented by one at any time. One must always be prepared.
Here’s an example. Walking Hermitage Road up from Dead Man’s Corner you will soon come across a small road-side stand. Bea and I walked the road frequently. The shop is constructed of clapboard, painted bright yellow and rests on concrete blocks. There’s a door up front and a large window on each side. The shop is run by one of the local neighborhood ladies. She sells beer, soft drinks and canned goods and assorted junk foods wrapped in plastic. It’s a typical, albeit tiny, Jamaican road-side stand.
Approaching the stand, we could hear women’s voices raised over a base of loud dancehall music. It sounded like a serious argument with several involved participants was under way. Drawing nearer we saw that there were three women crammed into the small shop. They were engaged in a loud discussion, punctuated with sharp hand movements and peppered liberally with ‘rass’ dis’s and ‘bumba’ dat’s. Until this trip I’d been under the impression that it was only Jamaican men who swore like troopers, but these women proved me wrong. In the cussing department, they were fluent and lacked nothing as far as vocabulary, diction and delivery were concerned.
As we passed the front of the shop the women noticed us and paused in their ‘conversation.’ One of them, the proprietor I assumed, smiled and waved and called out to us. “Come into the shop, get a cold beer,” she said, her voice barely audible over the dance hall music. We waved back, declined the solicitation and continued up the road.
Behind us the ‘argument’ started back up again. Slowly at first and not at the volume it was at prior to our passing by. But by the time we’d walked another twenty paces the three of them were back up to full throat.
They weren’t arguing, they were just having a friendly conversation.
More street theater to come.
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I couldn't get on yesterday for a while as well....FORBIDDEN!....Not sure why....Thanks for the recent trip reports, Kahuna! You have a way with the english language! I am trying to stay away from my copy of 'Walk Good'..I trying to save it for vacay but it beckons!
Board was down apparently as I was also "forbidden".
My trip is close and we have 10 to 14 inches snow in the forcast here tomorrow.
So, thanks for the report :) It's been a nice one!
I was going to give you hell for not posting yesterday, but I figured you were having too much fun. I missed hearing from you Yesterday though. im sure many others did also.;)
we coiuldnt get on the board either...405 forbidden.....
i did finish reading walk good last night....
Hi I just wanted to say it was nice meeting you- I forgot the name of the bar Lisa and I dropped in on for a nightcap on the 18th but it was a beachbar with the very tall bartender with the huge muscles, we had a blast :)
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Miss Roses gizzadas Must try. Not we were all off the board yesterday. Those Jamaican arguments remind me of Italina "discussions". Lots of noise and lots of hand action.
Bounty Killa!
Last night was the Roots Bamboo Bounty Killa show.
It was a beautiful warm evening; the waning moon directly above in a starlit sky. A big bonfire on the beach just outside the gate. The surf washing the shore. Picture perfect and classic Negil.
Roots was cordoned off with a picket of bamboo poles planted in the sand then wrapped in blue tarpaulin. I entered the gate around 12:30am. Inside there was a large crowd, a lot of tourists but mostly Jamaicans. The air was filled with a haze of ganja smoke. The anticipation for Bounty’s arrival was palpable. The crowd was buzzing and rightly so; one of Jamaica’s top dance hall artists was about to perform. A warm-up band was playing and there was a lot of drinking and dancing going on. Where do Jamaican women learn to move their hips like that? I mean, whuh!
A man dressed in hip suit with a fedora on his head got on stage and started to introduce Bounty Killa. It was a looonnng intro. He was joined by another guy and they continued, at length, to introduce Bounty. But it was OK because background music was playing and people just continued to dance and drink. It was a party.
Finally, at 2:00am, The Warlord hit the stage. It was like an electric jolt ran through the crowd, they surged the stage, I was swept up and found myself one back from the stage and pressed into the middle of a tight knot of people who were shuckin’ and jivin’ and singing along with Bounty.
Bounty Killa, in his darkers, his black vest, his cornrows, his big bling necklace and sequined trainers is a striking, charismatic entertainer. He jumped and shouted and pointed and strutted, his deep, barking voice amplified by two huge banks of speakers. The crowd moved as if a tide and I was swept along with it. At one point I was pinioned between two Jamaican girls who were dancing and twirling and twerkin and bumping into me with their butts – intentionally. They thought it was funny to wine-up on the old white dude. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Bounty ruled the stage for an hour and fifteen minutes and then suddenly the concert was over. It went by all too quickly.
I walked home along a deserted beach, the concert still ringing in my ears. I got to bed at 3:30am. It was a truly memorable concert and I had a blast.
Unfortunately my camera has gone on the fritz. I so wanted to post some stills and video of Bounty.
Here’s something interesting, you know the saying that goes, ‘When you have an itchy palm you are going to get some money.’ Well, last night I learned that ‘when your knees itch, you are going to sleep in a new bed.’ I also learned that the ‘night dew’ is bad for your skin and can make you sick.
I need to take a nap now.
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Poor People in Negril #1
Only one more week left here??!!
Yikes, mon!
I had a quiet day yesterday because I was recovering from Bounty Killa.
There was a torrential downpour yesterday afternoon in Negril. I’ve never seen so much lightning or heard so much thunder. It was awesome. It cleared up just around sunset and then the stars came out. Gotta love it.
We had a party last nite at Sunnyside. One of those impromptu things. Everybody came out after the rain looking for some fun. Robert was dancing behind the bar to Shaggy – Maureen is a better dancer and she sings too, but Robbie did a good job. Then some locals showed up to celebrate one guy’s ‘bert-day’. We all sang happy bert day and then they cut up a cake and passed it around. I passed on the cake because I’d seen the cake lady earlier and had a big piece of choco-coconut. It was my dinner and it was fabulous.
Here are some observations on poor people in Negril.
Jamaica is a third world country and as such the social safety net, where it even exists, has gaping holes in it. The county simply does not have the resources to build and maintain a comprehensive set of social services. Not that services for the poor don’t exist; in Negril there is St. Anthony’s, the church run charity that runs several programs that help the needy and there is the Negril Health Center, which provides medical care to people from town. But the need here is much greater than what is available.
I am no expert on the subject, but I observe, and I see many needy, destitute people out and about, seemingly adrift in the community. Seemingly adrift, but not totally.
Up in Redground there is an elderly gentleman who ‘lives’ just to the side of the street in some low bushes. He sits, head hanging down between his knees, surrounded by a mound of discarded plastic bottles, Styrofoam food containers and other detritus. He too, looks like he’s been cast aside; a heavy pall of desperation hangs about him. But he is part of the neighborhood. People know him. They see him every day and apparently keep watch over him, so he is not alone. Before Christmas his clothes were filthy and hanging off him in tatters. He’s barefoot. The last time I saw him he was wearing a new shirt and pants. New but already heavily soiled. One of the neighborhood folks told me he used to be a tradesman; a carpenter. He spends his whole day sitting on the trash mound, head hung low, baking in the hot sun. Not alone, not adrift, fed and clothed, watched over. Seemingly adrift, but not totally.
The bus park seems to attract the homeless and destitute, perhaps due to its proximity to St. Anthony’s, where meals are served to the needy. Whatever the case, there are always a few apparently homeless people hanging around there. Notably, there is a young man who appears to be in good shape physically and his clothing is in good order, but he is obviously suffering from some kind of mental deficiency. He walks up and down the sidewalk stooped over with his mouth wide open as if he is gagging continuously. Nobody pays him any attention. I wonder if he has a home and is just out and about for the day.
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Definitely not all Palm Trees and Sunshine...
i have a hard time with the homeless ppl . . . not much i can do but offer a box of food and drink . . . it lingers with me, i get a physiological reaction in the pit of my stomach and takes me time to lose the images . . .
@ Kahuna-So it was Sunnyside next to Rooms where my friends and I were a fews days ago and shaggy was blasting! I recall which must be the same guy mentally unstable but screaming and yelling:(Quote:
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WOW Kahuna..........What a paragraph!!!!! We have seen this man......you have answered alot of our thoughts....Glad you went back and even enjoyed the concert. Can't wait to hear your last weeks travels.
Up in Redground there is an elderly gentleman who ‘lives’ just to the side of the street in some low bushes. He sits, head hanging down between his knees, surrounded by a mound of discarded plastic bottles, Styrofoam food containers and other detritus. He too, looks like he’s been cast aside; a heavy pall of desperation hangs about him. But he is part of the neighborhood. People know him. They see him every day and apparently keep watch over him, so he is not alone. Before Christmas his clothes were filthy and hanging off him in tatters. He’s barefoot. The last time I saw him he was wearing a new shirt and pants. New but already heavily soiled. One of the neighborhood folks told me he used to be a tradesman; a carpenter. He spends his whole day sitting on the trash mound, head hung low, baking in the hot sun. Not alone, not adrift, fed and clothed, watched over. Seemingly adrift, but not totally.
Hockey and Fights on the Beach
JT and I went down to Margaritaville to watch the Canada – US hockey game the other day. It was the only option that we knew of. There was a big crowd there, mostly Canucks. We watched it at the Tiki bar on a big screen TV. The signal was bad and cut out entirely once, but it was fun. I almost fell off the bar stool when the bill of $1,100J arrived for our two Red Strpes.
But the scenery was great, the surf washing ashore, a big catamaran in the water and the regular ‘scenery’ that gathers there every day. I went for a swim between periods, which I’ve never done while watching hockey before.
Of course, the Canadian team won the game.
That evening we went to Sunnyside for drinks. We noticed a commotion down the beach a little. A big crowd was gathered around a Jamaican dude who was having a conniption on the beach. There were four white helmets there. The guy was on his knees yelling and screaming and throwing sand at anyone who came close to him. Then he flipped onto his stomach and was pounding the sand with his fists. Then he flipped to his back and kicked his legs in the air.
Generally, he was extremely distraught. This went on for about forty minutes. Eventually we got the story. Apparently one of the women who runs a craft stand at Roots had had her stand vandalized. She believed that it was this fellow who had done it. She put an Obeah spell on him and what we were seeing was the result of the hex. His friends were standing by but he was yelling at them to stay away because he was worried that the demons that possessed him would jump to them if they got too close to him. Hmmm, I don’t know, I’m just passing along what I saw and heard.
Yesterday afternoon there was a fight in front of Rooms, on the beach. One of the local guys that hangs out around Sunnyside/Myrna’s begging beers from tourists was over in front of Rooms hassling a couple for something or other. He made a comment about the guy’s wife. I don’t know what he said but it set the woman’s husband off, he popped the higgler with a roundhouse right and decked him. People started yelling, which got the attention of some of the other young Jamaican guys that hang around there. They ran over and grabbed the higgler, who was just getting up to engage the white guy. They dragged the higgler across the sand past Myrna’s. The higgler was determined to get back into the fight, so the other Jamaican’s subdued him with a few well-placed punches to his face, then they escorted him off the property out to the road.
I don’t think we’ll see him around there again.
More staged ‘street theater’?
A couple of quick observations:
- There are a lot of Russians in Negril. They fly a Boeing 777 once a week – 350 people – Moscow direct MoBay
- Ahhh Bee’s jerk burger is possibly the best burger on the planet.
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Dang that's an interesting post...Cannot stop reading those trip reports!
WOW, you are great at reporting beach events. I can't believe you have less than a week left. :(
Did you watch the Mens Hockey Gold today?
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Wow - that's crazy!Quote:
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I saw parts of the game - the game started at 7:00am but Margaritaville was packed with Canucks, a lot of them wearing red and white Canuck gear. Quite the scene!
I'll have more a little later.
Wish I would have kept up better reading the board while I was on the beach as never realized you returned and continued your report as your last couple weeks seem like a report of our trip but with better writing! We seem to have been everywhere you were including unfortunately where the guy drowned! Tough picture to get out of our heads.
Also was at Sun Beach for the green flash, and also experienced the almost horror movie like devouring of the clear water by the sludge, was amazingly quick, people were trying to outrun it to get in a last swim.
We also had the chat with the Stallion, he referred to himself as a Lone Wolf so that was our name for him, always wondered if that was his area of "expertise", guess we know know, impressive numbers.
By the way, I think the hot dog stand is part of Patricks on the Beach, compare that dog to the one my friend foolishly ordered at Xtabi, like a dehydrated cocktail weenie floating on a sea of chewy dough.
We met a reggae blog photographer outside Bounty Killla show who was doing pics for a Reggae site, not on his site yet but looking fwd to seeing what he has. Thoroughly enjoying your report!