Brasi lol you are too funny. How could I not mention you in my report :P You will be mentioned again actually lol Annnd if it makes you feel any better Andre was more like "Who is Brasi .. and how do you know him? What are you texting him? I guess he misses you huh?" hahaha was pretty funny actually :P
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DAY 3 PART 2
Andre gets on his phone “Barber, make sure you have two box food, chicken and chips 30 minutes”
“Andre, who was that?”
“Barber, the Barber, he’s going to make sure he orders us food for when we get there.
“Barber, the Barber, creative”
“Wait, I’m meeting your friends? Now??!! Umm you need to stop at your house first so I can change or something!”
“ “Why you look fine”
“Andre I’ve been sitting in a car for hours holding on for deal life I need to freshen up!”
“For who??!! Barber??!! Alright Alright fine, women!”
I really didn’t know what to expect when arriving at Andre’s place. What would it look like? Would there be an inside toilet?
No idea… but we pulled up to a small gated apartment building and entering his place it was what someone would call I guess
a Bachelor. There was one large room in which he had his bed clothes, stereo and that was it and there was a separate bathroom
with bathtub/shower and then a separate small kitchen with a fridge counter space, sink and a hot plate for cooking.
Not the Ritz but I’m not high maintenance this will do. Oh and no TV .. do you know what this means??
No Football! Andre won’t be pealed to the TV the entire time.
“Don’t jump on the bed like you did in Negril though or we won’t have anything to sleep on tonight.”
I sit down on the bed and it’s super hard, hard as in I can feel the boards underneath.
“Andre, you need a new mattress.”
Wash up get changed no idea what to expect I’m in the country, up a mountain what does one wear in the country, up a mountain?
Surely I did not pack for this but I’ll do what I can. There is no mirror at Andre’s place just a small one that I can do my make up with
but how in the hell am I suppose to know what the rest of me looks like??
“That’s the most put together I think I’ve seen you since you got to Jamaica.”
“Why thanks Andre and here I thought I looked pretty good most nights.”
“Well you did but your outfit looks more “put together””
”It’s black Andre .. All black. Of coarse it looks put together *rolls eyes*” Men!
So we get in the car and we pull up to a lit area on one of the roads everything is trees and such and all of a sudden there’s a
building on the right that says “nite club” and on the left there is what looks like two small shacks. That is the Barber and right
next to it is a “bar” which really is a “take out bar” as there isn’t anywhere to sit down in there.
So what now I’m thinking.. We’re in the middle of nowhere pretty much but we’ve got the car it’s pumping extremely loud music
and I can see “barber” barbering someone’s hair.
Andre yells at someone and a head pops down through the door window
“Amanda, this is Jacko, Jacko this is my girlfriend Amanda”
Whoa ! Girlfriend?
We say hello and then I’m introduced to Jacko’s nephew “Barber” who looks just as old as Jacko. There are a few things they said
that I didn’t catch I’m sure I sat there looking like a complete idiot as if they were speaking a different language but between the
very loud music and the fact that this Patois was FAST I had no idea what they said.
“English, wldjf;lajg;jgaj;hl;kjshkj,” Jacko says. I realize he’s talking to Andre and Andre is English. Ha! This makes me laugh
because although Andre speaks Patois he switches back to Canadian form when he’s around certain people and I guess Jacko
and Barber know this. English I like that .. although I’m still voting for Preacher.
We get our box food and chow down it had been since Breakfast since I ate anything. Here I thought I’d gain weight in Jamaica
because the food is so good but for some reason the excitement of everything masks any sort of hunger I might have during the day.
“Jacko! Jacko! Grab a flask I feel like having drinks tonight.”
Whoa! Andre is going to have drinks tonight, this doesn’t happen. Andre has an ulcer he doesn’t normally drink. But he insists that
we are in his “hood” now and I can tell his demeanor is different. He’s smiling a lot! He’s singing to music. He keeps wacking me on
the same knee in the same spot and grabbing my leg asking me “ “everything aiight Manda, you aiight”
I don’t know how many times I’ve answered this question while up in Malvern. Mind you my leg is getting sore and I might just wack
him back if he hits me in the same spot again.
Andre comes back to the car with a bottle of Wray and Nephew and I think Oh god!! Just two weeks before this a friend of mine had
bought it because we had never had it and I just remember how horrible it was.
But okay no worries I’m a trooper.
woo hoo, party on the mountain! Nice.
Wray and Nephew? What is that? Is it like JB?Andre comes back to the car with a bottle of Wray and Nephew…
Loving your trip report, Manda! Look forward to hearing how the rest of the night goes!
Carpe Diem
Thanks Clarity! Wray n Nephew is an over proof Jamaican Rum
lol thanks Seveen Im happy you are enjoying it
I have been checking out this board (lurking) for the last couple of weeks as my wife and are going to Negril for the first time on October 29th. I had to sign up to say thanks for the reports. They are very informative and funny. You should do this for a living. Sláinte.
It's clear overproof rum...wicked! I was too slow on the answer.
you are too funny manda - you have me cracking up over here
DAY 3 PART 3
Jacko tells us there is a College BYOB party up the road tonight and that we should think about going.
I’m looking at the flask and me Andre, Jacko and Barber.
“We need more drinks Andre.”
So we end up on a road trip, Me Andre, Jacko and Barber in the car heading to Junction apparently there is a wholesale there
and booze is a lot cheaper. We are flying through the mountain roads nothing but trees and potholes to look out for and no
lights anywhere but what’s on the front of our car. And I was scared during the day in the rain?? This is a whole new ball game I
look back at Jacko and he motions to me with a plastic cup and the bottle of Rum I nod my head.
We have established a common language lol
He pours me some rum I motion for more his eyes widen I’ve got what I like to call a good shot of rum in my glass and I swig it back. UGH! I have to swallow a few times just because it feels like this rum is stuck in the back of my throat and then it burns through my stomach. Jacko pats me on the shoulder I look back and he’s holding a bottle of “Ting” in his hands and asks for my glass I tell him I took my shot. He starts going off “Lawd somethingsomethingsomething!!!” and Andre looks at me and starts laughing.
“He said he hasn’t seen a woman be able to do that in a long time and he’s impressed”
I look back and Jacko is pouring Ting in his small cup of rum and I smirk.
After we grab more Rum at the wholesale in Junction we’re on our way to this college house party. There is a girl walking along the road in the dark from work and Jacko knows her so we pull over so we can drop her off on the way home. I look back from the front seat “Hi” and she says “Where you’d you get the white girl from??” Everyone stops for what feels like 5 minutes but I’m sure it was 30 seconds and we bust out laughing.
We arrive and park on the side of the road. There is a small hill full of rock and gravel we climb to get up to the “lawn” area of the house. They are singing Happy Birthday and the music is off most of the guys are out on the lawn in the shadows some in the house and a lot of girls are up on the porch area in groups. I meet a few of Andre’s acquaintances all men and he starts to usher me up through the crowd and on to the porch to get into the house.
“Andre, what if I’m not welcomed here? All the girls are outside should I really go inside?”
Let me tell you how awkward it was to walk through a fully lit porch area while you know every single pair of eyes is on you, whispering girls. We were in that house for about a minute it was all men it was very hot and I was stood up in a corner dreading having to walk back out of the house through the lit porch area.
Andre tells me “why would it be an issue you are with me and you are my friend and if anyone has a problem they can come talk to me” Andre is starting to get tipsy and I can tell because he is starting to tell his friends I’m his girlfriend, he’s got the best girl at the party etc. This is not the attention that I wanted at this moment knowing that people were wondering where the hell I came from and who I was. Jacko and Barber after a little while tell us that the “vibe” in the party has changed that’s my que.
“Andre I’d like to go home now I’m tired”
So I’m walking back to the car … did I tell you already that I’m clumsy??
I’m wearing flats that have no grip and that small hill full of rock and gravel we climbed up well I slid down it in some sort of weird
sliding to home base splits move and I couldn’t have been more embarrassed. Lucky for me at this point the music was on most
people had not paid attention. Jacko tries to grab my arm to pick me up.
“I’m fine I need to put my shoe on first. I’m okay I can get up.
Andre is angry and tells me I made a “scene” because I “yelled” at Jacko. I did not YELL at anyone but now I’m YELLING at Andre.
“All week you have told me watch your step or held your hand out for me to watch my step this time you leave me to walk down a rocky death trap alone. Thanks!”
Okay maybe it’s a bit dramatic but I’m embarrassed and really it’s no one’s fault. After all I am clumsy.
“Oh it’s my fault you were drunk and you fell.”
“Drunk??? Who was drunk Andre? I slipped!”
“Look your foot is bleeding”
I look down, that doesn’t look good… rock, blood, skin..
I wash it off come out lay in bed in my clothes away from Andre.. Seething.
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