Feb 2015 Trip Report 2/6-2/14

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I walked up the beach a little ways and and in my inebriated state of mind became fascinated with a cooler sitting in the middle of the beach that said "cold coconut".

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So I am trolling around the cold coconut sign and then came upon another that said " DABS 420". I was wondering what's up with "DAB's".

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We talked a bit. He told me he needs money to buy his kids food. He invited me behind the juice bar to check out the juicer and DABS. I was drunk but I think DABS is some kind of hash made from oil. Still not positive because the evening is still hazy in my mind. He offered to make me juice, I declined. He showed me various other items that I can't get into here. He kept telling me that he couldn't believe that I wasn't "scared" to hang out with him. He said most tourist would be fearful in the middle of the night. I told him my friend and DH were at the fire and invited him for a beer. We had a couple of beers and jammed and sang by the fire. It was a great time. I wanted to hear more Reggae and invited him to BB and told him I'd buy him another beverage but he said he may be up later but he was tired. I think he went back to sleeping wherever he was sleeping when he popped out of nowhere. DH had a great time jamming on seven mile beach. We had talked about having this moment for the past 2 years so it was great we were actually there living the dream we so often talked about.

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About the little guitar DH is playing... I asked him to bring my little guitar since I never have time to play it here at home. So in lieu of the his Kind Guitar, we dragged along my little camp guitar. I didn't play it at all in Negril. I was too pre-occupied with the other happenings around me that I couldn't focus enough to play. So he had to play my little instrument the whole time. I felt guilty for insisting on bringing it rather than one of his own. But it still sounded good and certainly served it's purpose while we were there.

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We spent another hour at BB grooving to the beat. I was HUNGRY now. I asked Mr. T where we can eat. He said nothings really open besides the Jerk stands. That sounded perfect to me. I was definitely in no shape to prepare a meal on my own.

[never2many]

We caught a ride back to Bourbon Beach and a band was playing. We had a few more round. DH and Mr. T went back to the room to get the guitar and drums and I got my BB groove on. I felt like I was in a meat market for an hour. But it was flattering to a degree. There were several woman much older than myself having a great time with much younger guys, like in their 20's if that. I wondered what their stories were and was glad to see them in such a happy zone and experiencing total freedom. God I love Negril. And the Thumping Bass. And the people. I was dreading that this was my last night here.