So . . . my wife walks the road - into town and back - she goes to the gym at Couples- walks the road there and back early in the day. She gets pestered on the road, relentlessly - EVERY time.
When she walks the beach alone - same thing, but not as bad - the road is worse.
It annoys her, pisses her off, even. But it's part of the Negril package.
The thing is - it's the old supply and demand rule. There are a lot of Renta's because the demand is high.
There are a lot of female sex tourists in Negril, many repeat customers.
Just like there are a lot of prostitutes because the demand is high.
Part of the package.
I've witnessed and heard even more tales of naïve visitors, mostly women, who’d met Jamaican sweethearts while vacationing on the island. When they got back home, they’d communicate frequently and fervently with their newfound loves, sending money when their tropical soul mates inevitably (and continually) had a sudden and dire need of cash.
“Send it by MoneyGram. When will it be here? My Grandma is very, very sick, and she needs medicine. Please send it today!”
On subsequent visits to the island they’d continue to be wooed against the intoxicating backdrop of warm tropical breezes, the enchanting rhythms, the sweltering sun, the beach, and the attention that many of them so desperately craved. And the sex, it was incredible! Every afternoon and then in the evening too – hot, steamy and sultry. Eventually some would decide to commit themselves to their southern sweethearts, often making big, sacrificial changes in their lives to do so.
And so it goes.
Sadly, the great majority of these tales end badly when the ladies (or men) discover that they are just one of several who are being duped by their paramours for money and trinkets. This usually happens when their island sweetie gets so many other girlfriends on the hook that they are unable to resolve scheduling conflicts. The result is a decision, based solely on monetary factors, as to which sucker gets dumped.
Part of the package . . .
