trip report / july fourth, twenty-fourteen

I needed a ride back to the room so I approached a driver asking where he was headed. Told me anyplace I was going. Told him Fairy Hill.

“Jus you alone?? chartta?”
“Yes, I guess…” I sighed waiting to hear how much.
“Chree hundred.”
LOL I couldn’t get in his car fast enough. He told me to sit tight, he will be right back. No problem. As he walked back to the center I fought the urge to ask him to get me some breadfruit.

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I tried to wait until I got to the room to eat the sausage proper with a small salad and a large rum-filled drink. But once I started nibbling I couldn’t stop. Yes, it was DEElicious unfortunately I didn’t buy enough because the delectable delight was gone before the driver returned.

While sitting in the taxi, I noticed that rasta doll dangling in the little stall. I liked it a lot. Never saw anything like it before and I wanted one. HOWEVER the longer I stared at the swinging rasta the more it started to look creepy…like a Negril driver I dealt with a long time ago. On second thought, I couldn’t have that thing in my house. LOL

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Driver comes back with roasted fish, breadfruit and fresh juice. He apologized for the wait then asked me again where I’m going.

“Fairy Hill”
“The scheme or gardens?”
“Gardens.”
“You have a house there? Nice houses up there.”
“No, just staying at a guesthouse for a few days.”

He nestles the fish and breadfruit on the mid console then places the bottle of juice in the plastic cup holder on the door. Tells me to fasten my belt followed by “What are you doing tonight?”

I wanted to break down and cry. For three reasons. One, he cared to be with me. Two, I had no plans or a clue of what I wanted to do. Three, I was mad hungry and the aroma from that fish was taunting my palate BAD. He reminded me that I’m on holiday and how this is Saturday night in Jamaica. He could take me to the club or to a party at his sister’s house. That was a nice offer, going to his sister’s house, but I declined. Fact…you don’t come to Jamaica then slip into a funk, but I was wallowing deep in one.

“I tell you what. Give me your number and if I don’t have a ride tomorrow I would like you to take me to Long Bay beach.”

We get to the entrance and I direct him to my place. I get his number, pay him and say good-bye. Wow…as I looked at the scribbled digits on the paper…I didn’t get his name.

Once I got settled, I call to see how O’Neil made out with the car since I had not heard from him all day.

“I have the car since early, around 1:00.”
“Oh? How does it run?”
“Good. The leak stop. I been on the road. I saw you in Boston but I had a car load and couldn’t stop. Where are you?”
“In the room.”
“You want to go somewhere?”
“Yeah…to Ocho Rios!”
He chuckles…I growl.
“You vexed?? I coming now. You have rum in the room?”
“Yeah, but not enough.”

Good to know about Great Huts. I was going to say you should have the Boston driver take you to a club that night but it looks like you are going to Ocho Rios. That rasta doll does look interesting :)

Schuttzie, the doll was cute at first, but like I said the face reminded me of a driver I "had" to part ways with...lol I searched for a female version of that style doll but couldn't find one. The Boston driver...well...we hooked up, but briefly.

Driver sounded nice...that doll looks creepy to me. Lol!

great huts . . . the owner has a demeaner that put me off . . . he's a white man and thinks he's african!!! . . . odd to say the least . . . nice place, but rustic, too pricey . . . in the end, not worth the $$$$.

thank you vi! . . . wonderful report and pics . . .

Needs more pictures.
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Hi Vi,
I am really enjoying this ride.

Vi, not only do you have me hanging on to your every word with your writing your pictures are so vibrant and beautiful I can feel the spray of the ocean and feel the sun beaming down on me :cool: And the food, all yummmmmerz; even buttered toast looked divine. Stunning view from the verandah. Your adventures are something to behold. Girl you crack me up. I see those jolly chocolates too umm hmm :p Long Bay took me back to when I first stepped foot on the beach and Chillout bar in 2011. None of my photos could do it justice, your's are spectaular and breathtaking. Even with the strong crashing waves it was one of the most tranquil and serene locations that just caressed my soul. I’ll be venturing out to PA for a day soon. I’m taking notes of your footprints. Enjoying every dip, sip and turn :)

vi, what is the name of the guest house you stayed in? the views are fantastic and i see it's walking disance to winnifred beach . . .