Heymon too cool. 1982 I think was the year and that is the first place I stayed in Negril and I remember Uncle Willie and I remember Mama lighting the lanterns at night as no current then. I remember the huge arki tree by the gazebo or whatever it was like a little eating area covered toward the front of the road. I was young and solo then and all my fears of the new were quickly erased by the love and guidance we all received from the hosts. I camped there. Thank you for bringing me back. Nice Mon!