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

My notes say I enjoyed ice cream after arriving back at the Seastar Inn, where because it was raining the staff had umbrellas ready for us as we got out of the cab – a nice gesture. Among those at the bar were Chris, Captain D, Brent from Calgary, Garrett and three Rasta’s in the corner drinking punches and enjoying a series of spliffs.

I ate my left-over pasta and lobsta and eventually finished the night with a slice of chocolate cake.

It was a good day in Negril.

I was supposed to go spear-fishing with Vincent on Thursday morning, but he had some issues with his boat, plus Roger also was not available, so another sea captain named Mike took me out, and I caught a garfish, the biggest fish of the trip.

On the way back, I was in my usual routine, stopping in at the first jerk-barrel guy who had chicken ready, and this time it was Blue Dandy. I had my spear gun with me – every five seconds a local asks if he can please have it when I depart -- so I thought I would try to do some more spear-fishing in front of Canoe Bar, where I had rented snorkel gear before. But this time, the lady at Canoe had no idea what I was talking about when I asked about a mask and fins – bewildering, but I’ve learned through the years not to let ANYTHING surprise me in Negril.

Still had the itch, so I headed to Xtabi, where they had lots of snorkel gear, but as things turned out, the ocean was a bit too wavy and cloudy, and I couldn’t see much. I’ve probably met 100 people who say they’ve enjoyed snorkeling off the Cliffs, but I’ve barely ever seen a darn thing out there, and I’ve tried it a lot.

On the way back to Seastar Inn, I saw Nicky on a scooter with another tourist. She ignored me, this from a woman who had once said she loved me!

At Seastar Inn, I heard a voice call out: “Ya mon, gerryg123.” It was Luciano. I couldn’t believe it. He had not shown up for the New Year’s Eve concert a week earlier, but I guess they worked it all out, as I heard he was not available because of travel issues. The legendary reggae singer (this is the one time where I don’t use the word “legendary” lightly) has apparently developed a strong friendship with Seastar Kimbo, who says he even sometimes hosts Luciano in his own home in Canada, and together they were hanging out on the porch right next to me. At one point, the maids came to my room, and I told then Luciano was next door, and they got all giddy and scuttled over to say hello.

love you reports gerry . . . i remember when you first started posting . . . you have a different tone now, more realistic when it comes to negril and i like that. like you lost your rose colored glasses, but still loving negril . . .

Here is some video from a late-night rum punch party in my room at Seastar Inn with Garrett, Kevin and the dog. I barely remembered shooting this by the next morning, but I come off as pretty coherent. I guess that's why they call me the Mighty Californian.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PARBcwM8H2Y

Sound pretty sober Gerry. :-)

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Originally Posted by Lady Jane

Sound pretty sober Gerry. :-)

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Gerryg likes dat JB Overproof......mi had some Rum Punches with him...mi think......lol

Cool Runnings, Marko

The sun was getting ready to set but I still wanted to see colors, so I headed down to Tedd’s for a nice cup of tea. I gulped it down at Catcha Falling Star, then gave myself about four hours before having to do anything. For the most part, I sat in my room playing Rush on Spotify with Kevin from Norway, and Garrett eventually joined, and then we started pouring rum punch to get ready for the night.

I had made arrangements with Marko for a local named Africa to drive us all to the Jungle club, and by the time we started heading down the hill I was pretty much back to normal. We did a caravan with Chris, Garrett, Bobby and some Seastar yardies, picking up Marko along the way – I think Marko’s young girlfriend had granted him a 1 a.m. curfew.

I put Africa to the test by having him escort me to Scotia ATM, and with $300 USD off we went to the Jungle, where frankly I drank a little too much and eventually went home separately just before the others. The only thing I was making love to on this early morning was my pillow, and I was OK with that.

Hell yes RUSH!!!!! Get Reddy for Geddy... A great way to spend anytime, anywhere, but especially some time in Negril!! Love RUSH anywhere!!!!

PS..... Love Gerry G123 trip reports

M&M

Curious, do you tip at Tedd's like one would at a bar?

Exactly the same, Boogs. Nothing. Ha ha JK.

Here are some more pics:

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Beautiful ocean

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Hardware story at bottom of the hill

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Rick The Prick. It seems we are always at Seastar Inn at same time.