Sunsets, Rum, Sand and Gizzadas 97 Days in Negril

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

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Originally Posted by Kahuna3

- asking JT why he still uses traveller’s checks WTF? Do they still make traveller’s checks?

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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.

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.