Gerry G's TRAIL OF ASHES TOUR Final Chapter -- The Mighty Californian's return

Sheldon, great guy know him from the Negril Escape, every time I head out to Westender he isn't working,:( Maybe I will catch him this trip.

At Scrub a Dub, the scene was like something out of a Dionysian dream, as the drinks flowed, the music blared and a large group of beautiful Jamaican women were running around wearing just g-strings.

The place has a bad rep with a supposed rough crowd but the vibe was good this morning, very peaceful. I barely remembered the face of the guy who drove us and hopefully je had at least one of the phones if not both. He was a tall, bald expat, and I thought I spotted him a couple of times but to no avail.

We gave up, but later I did find my phone back in the room under some clothes -- I was out of it I didn't realize until later that I had called my American cell with it, so I did in fact have the number .... It rang a few feet away from where I was standing, and all I could do was laugh. I guess you just can't take things too seriously in this world, and that includes yourself.

I slept well.

Hmmm...beautiful Jamaican women in g strings ,now that's a picture worth painting ;)

Sounds like Scrubadub alright, good to go on a night when they have the live sex show! For real!

I slept well but could afford only a few hours because I was up early to go spear-fishing. A nice Aussie lady joined us to snorkel with Vincent as Roger and I did our thing. She was staying solo at Home Sweet Home and said it was nice.

In the ocean, I chased a couple of over-sized squid forever trying for a big score, but those guys are faster than they look. There are a lot interesting things under the sea, and that’s the REAL reason I travel to Jamaica so often; I just love it.

Everything we spear gets eaten. Usually, Roger takes the haul with him because he has a family with kids, but oh the lobsters, sometimes I can’t resist.

On the way back, I stopped in for a quick road-side jerk snack with Smokey Joe, who has been there a long time and even has laminated business cards. I got a quarter chicken, said “no” to the bread (still on a health kick that began last January and has seen me lose like 60 pounds), and after a minor hassle about the conversion rate, I sat at a little table and enjoyed my hot meal that was as tasty as any entrée you could find at any five-star restaurant in Los Angeles.

Charlie Tattoo is set to arrive today, and I’m looking forward to it. A little more than a year ago, we hung out together for nearly two weeks at Seastar Inn – he was in room 7, and I was in room 6 – and we formed a fast friendship. The West Virginian is a generous man on a permanent vacation, and he’s always the life of the party. And though Charlie often travels solo, this time he is with his fiancée and another couple. I figure I’ll be the fifth wheel – though technically all male tourists can snap their fingers like Fonzie and have a beautiful local on their arm – but it will be OK.

Here is some video of Bar B Barn ....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature...&v=BtJ0W6pbdxY

A lot of the stores and restaurants are only open part-time because it’s low season, so it took until today for me to find a bungee chord – part of my usual Negril routine so I can tie down stuff on my scooter.

It cost 625 J, which seemed like a lot, but at least I am pumping money into the economy.

I hung at Bourbon Beach with Memphis Mike and a party girl named Candy. Later, I met a nice Rasta guy who did not ask for a thing. He was riding a bike and lives on Seastar Lane.

At Sunshine Plaza, I went to the store and bought punch, rum, candy and Red Stripe. An attendant had singled me out the first time I had visited the store a few days earlier, and he was right at my side when I came in again. I tipped him 500j. I am impressed with Negril locals who work and don’t simply beg for money or try to hustle stuff.

I bumped into Bobo and invited him to Seastar Inn for some beers, but he was a bit too busy and said he might meet me later. I went to Westender Inn and had my usual plate of lionfish. This time, I walked to the shore and dined in front of the ocean all by myself. It gave me time to think and reflect. There’s a wedding tonight at Catcha Falling Star, and some of the attendees are staying at Seastar Inn. I might pop in.

Here are some pics ....

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Nice plate of sweet n sour chicken at Chicken Lavish


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Hangin near the shore in Negril


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The legendary Nicky ....

Food looks great!

Memphis Mike needed a break from Bourbon Beach, so we met up at Xtabi for dinner.

When I rolled in to Seastar Inn, a familar voice called out: "gerryg123"! It was my old friend Charlie Tattoo. We had missed each other the past few reaches but have kept in touch through the months -- one of the great things about negril.com -- and Tattoo was hangin with a new girlfriend and another couple, all from Columbia.

If you know Charlie and if you know me, we are combustible.The party has officially begun.