I first traveled to Negril in 1971 when it was an incredibly beautiful fishing village with 3 small hotels along the 7 mile stretch, Sundowner, T-Water and brain cramp on the 3rd but I know someone out there will fill in that blank for me. In 71, 73 & 75 I stayed in Red Ground like so many early travelers and staying with locals exposed me to the warmth of the Jamaicans who lived there at that time and I built relationships that continue to this day. I titled this part 1 because on the subject of Negril I tend to ramble on and on so I hope you'll bear with me. The pictures were all on 35mm slides until I finally dug them out and found a great company to do the conversion but some of them are still a bit grainy just from age but the memories are clear as the beautiful blue Jamaican sky. On those early trips the airport In Mobay was slightly bigger that a shoebox and upon entering you were greeted by a musical trio and free rum punch. My how things have changed. Back then I can only recall one pay phone on the pole outside the drugstore across from the Wharf Club. I have plenty more rambling but I suspect you'll find the pix more interesting.
