After a nice plate of spaghetti, I took a nap and woke up 9 p.m. Charlie is at Negril Palms, so I headed over there and found him already making friends with his neighbor – typical Tattoo Charlie – and together we all headed to Roots Bamboo, where a live band was playing. The group was an old-school reggae type band that alternated between Marley-type stuff and rock classic. The singer was young and compelling, and there was also a trumpet player, and overall the band was quite good. There were a lot of people there, perhaps 200, and not as many hustlers as you would think. Just a nice group mix of locals ans tourists.

Shayne, my old friend, had driven us, stopping first so Charlie could go the bank. Shayne rented out his extra cell to Charlie, so now we both have phones.

After a few rum punches that hit me particularly hard, I called it a night, and Shayne drove me back to Seastar. It was a fun evening.