VVHT – yes, The Corner bar, The Seaview Sports Bar, The Hooker Bar – all one and the same place.
Lady Jane – That’s cool that Myrna’s getting a painting. I’ll check it out, take a photo and post it.
HillCity Gurl – we had another big downpour last night and the clouds are builing up again this afternoon – seems to be developing a patter.
Crusher – you poor guy, I feel sorry for you, I used to live in Regina – the winters are unbelievable there. Go Riders!
If you walk the road that leads to Savannah la Mar in the morning you’ll see the bike taxi guys hanging out at the Redground corner opposite the Shell Station, I think it’s called Winner’s Plaza. There’s usually a posse of about a dozen or so, sprawled on the seats of their bikes, talking loudly to each other as they scrutinize passers-by for possible fares. I believe the route bike fare is currently set at $100J for a ride in the local area. Boldly painted on the concrete wall directly above where they are parked is a sign that states: ‘ABSOLUTLY NO BIKE TAXIS’.
Each time we go by I catch snippets of conversation between the bike taxi guys that are laced with multiple ‘klaat’ dis-or-dat’s. Palpable waves of testosterone emanate from these guys.
The bikes they ride are clean and shiny; they look well maintained. Some of the bikes have had horn modification kits done on them. Car horns have been installed, not the feeble ‘beepy’ type, but the loud ‘honking’ kind. The horns themselves are proudly mounted and painted in bright colours. Like most drivers in Negril, the route bike guys believe that honking the horn repeatedly as you approach a blind corner at breakneck speed projects a force field that will protect them from impacting whatever may lie ahead.
Cool cat at Sunnyside.
Check the heart tatt on her butt.
These goats were checking out the sidewalk. Their owner was walking them. She asked me if I wanted to buy one. I said they were too small.
