Attending Jamaican Independence Day Party on Beach, Where we had Drinks and Food and Music. We dance with the locals and internationals.
Attending Jamaican Independence Day Party on Beach, Where we had Drinks and Food and Music. We dance with the locals and internationals.
Well, keeping things in context; I'd say mine was simply walking the West End road at night as a newb back in '07, I still won't admit it to the misses, but I was pretty bugged out. I didn't know any better at the time, and just wanted to wander a bit...
I'm still extra cautious walking the road at night, but as long as I'm in before midnight I generally feel okay, but ever watchful. After that, I'd say my first trip to Orange Hill... that was one edgy ride back to the hotel. We were sooo thankful once we made it back into town, and got past the police station. Good times.
Hands down, going to the Boardie Bash week, and meeting peeps from all over, especially some great people from
Canada that were all quite charming, who knew , LOL
While I really enjoy hanging and getting to know the locals, being with like minded boardies makes it on so fun.
Note to Groove 16 : I'm taking advanced Zumba classes to sharpen up my dancing skills, you have been warned!!!!!
Swam over to Booby Cay at one in the morning last year.
Met Gregory Isaacs at Bourbon Beach, and Sugar Minott, and Yellowman. Richie Spice, Tarrus Riley at Negril Escape. Luciano at Seastar Inn. Music is Life!
1980 elections. More excitement than I needed
Linston's Zion Hill Taxi
Captain Dave
Having my first Ahhhbeee burger should be exciting. Looking forward to it.
A bungee jump from a crane basket 120 feet up!
It wasn't my intent. I was dropping off an Air Jamaica magazine with an article in it for the lads running the jump. We had met them at dinner the night before and they all had Bungee Jamaica T's on. The owner (an American friend of my resort owners) and the jump master got into a bet that I wouldn't jump. Next thing I knew, I was 120 feet in the air and hearing "1-2-3 Bungee!" I was leaning out, but couldn't let go. The perspective made it look like I would jump onto the power lines. "Don't look down!" "I don't have a problem looking down. I have a problem letting go!"
I leaned back, took a few deep breathes and reminded myself that they had had 250,000 jumps without an accident. I just leaned out and did a swan dive. It's a big rubber band so you just sort of decelerate. Then you accelerate back up. "Ahhhhhh!!!! I'm gonna hit the basket!" Nope. Just bounce up and down a few times. Then like a phone cord, you start spinning. The ground crew shouted to put my arms out to my sides and I slowed down like a figure skater coming out of a triple jump.
My legs were like rubber as I strolled down the beach with my new "Bungee Jamaica" T-shirt on.
"You did the bungee?" a guy asked. "Yeah, mon!" I said as I continued the walk back to Cosmo's with a much steadier gait and my chest puffed out.
We're all in this together and none of us is getting out alive.
After 2-3 trips I had become friends with the groundskeeper at the Coral seas Garden Hotel
One night he suggested we take a ride to a local out of the way spot.
Another Rasta guy I had met picked us up and we were on our way.
We started out around 8 p.m.
We crossed the bridge, made a few turns here and there and ended up driving down the road smack dab in the middle of a sugar cane field.
I took a look out the back window and it was pitch black!
The only lights were the cars headlights.
My heart was racing!
A good very, very exiting feeling flowed over my entire body.
Soon the road opened up into a clearing and there was a bar/restaurant
all covered with Christmas tree lights.
Pitch black everywhere except this Bar.
Green red and yellow little lights twinkling at me!
It was fantastic!
I would do this in a heartbeat.Originally Posted by Marblehead
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