Jitterbug~ I remember your comments about Great Huts and many of the places you had to climb all those steps (which is OK) but you have to climb back down every time to use the bathroom. Not good for the middle of the night, lol. Plus we always get a place that we can cook our meals. I think the guest house Vi stayed in wasn't far from where we stayed but it is no longer renting out apartments.
Ahh "The Life of *Vi"
I must say I just love reading your trip reports!!!
Thanks for taking the time to post!!
Where are you Vi, did you go back to Jamaica ?
Not yet jojo p, lol. Technical problems plaguing me.
LoL Kaycee, I tried to find a female rasta doll but couldn’t. A little more about the driver is coming up.
True, JitterBug, although nice decor and interesting layout, the units are not worth the high nightly price tag attached to them. But I guess a lot of folks don’t mind paying for that “rustic chic” atmosphere because they seem to have a full house often. Never met the owner…he sounds as eccentric as the property he owns.
Thank you TAH…you make me feel like curtsying!! More photos on the way.Originally Posted by TAH
Needs more pictures.
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WELCOME LadyP! Glad you are enjoying the report and thanks for giving me a shout!!
Mokateeeee Mokateeeee Mokateeeee!!!! So happy to see ya darlin. And as always you arrive on the scene showering me with such colorful compliments. Thanks bunches! I adore your one-of-a kind vocabulary. This time it’s “yummmmmerz”. Too cute. I agree you are over due for a Portland visit, but Tee…for a day????
Jitterbug, Winnifred Breeze is about ¼ mile from the road and about a ten minute walk to the beach. My pictures can’t capture the true beauty of the views from that upper unit. And as I said, the breeze is always blowing because of the way the room sits on the corner. Also it (the breeze) brings NO mosquitoes with it!!!!
DWL!!!! Pisces I LIKE that!!! My life is soooo much more interesting (and unpredictable) when I’m in Jamaica. Situations (good/bad/crazy/unbelievable) seek me out on the regular. So glad you are enjoying the report and appreciate you tagging along. So much more to come…
O’Neil and I talked and talked and talked. We came up with and agreed on lots of SWEET plans for Sunday afternoon and the entire Monday. Traveling to this place…seeing another…I was getting excited about being in Portland all over again.
7/13/14 - sunday, day 10
O’Neil is tending to business this morning but will be coming for me around 3:00. That gave me time to hang on a beach. After breakfast I called the no-name driver to see if he would be on the road today. It’s Sunday so I took inconsideration he might be off. Asked if he remembered me, he did. Asked if he’s driving, he is and will passing my way in less than 30 minutes. Just enough time to gather myself and get down to the road.
Only had to wait 8 minutes for him to reach me. Two people in the back that left the front seat all for me. He was on the phone having a heated conversation with someone so no introductions when I buckled up.
“Hold…hold…hold on…hold on.” He lowers the phone and turns to me. “Where you going, baby?”
“Long Bay.”
He looked less than delighted when I told him how far I wanted to go. Made me feel like shortening the ride and jumping out at Boston, but I wanted to go to Long Bay so I sat still. He drives on continuing the conversation.
The first person gets out at the little store in Castle. She asks him to wait while she dashes in. Again his face displays fret. She doesn't take long, thank goodness, and we are onward to Long Bay.
One lady gets out then two miles up, the other leaves. He asks me where I’m getting off. Told him the second bar after Chill Out.
“You meeting someone?”
“No.”
“Can I join you? I buy my own drink.”
“Sure.”
Still didn't find out the name of this place, but it has become a regular hang out for me.
We sit at one of the tables without knowing each other’s names. I can tell he has a lot on his mind and wonder if I were in the mood to be sympathetic. I guess it’s too late now. He asks me what I want to drink, tell him Red Stripe. He goes to the window and I think, what a cool guy. He returns with two beers and a half smile. Looks like he’s feeling a little more relaxed.
“What’s your name?”
“Vi, and yours?”
A car storms into the drive before he could answer. He freezes. I knew when I saw her face he wasn't going to be hanging with me for long. He excuses himself and trots towards the young, beautiful but mad as a hornet woman. They have words, but kept their voices between the two of them. They move further away from me taking their drama closer to the street.
She glances back at me. I pray she doesn’t question me or worse, accuse me of something.
She’s coming towards me. I take a drink. He grabs her hand and whatever he said worked because she changed her mind and turned around. He opens her car door and she gets in. He shuts the door then gets into his car. He never turned to say good bye or even give me a last look. It’s okay, obviously I just escaped being caught in a crossfire.
ahhhhhh the view...it's calling me
awwww pure bliss! so glad you're back online! your photos of Long Bay are always a treat!
Thanks Sammy
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