“Cleveland…um we’ve been outside of Port Antonio for about 6 minutes now. Just where are we going?”
“St. Margaret’s Bay.”
“St. Margaret’s Bay?? That’s a good hike from here. Another 20 more minutes??”
“No less than 15.”

I still protested and complained about the distance, the lateness of the night, going somewhere I’ve never been and the cigarette smoke. He put out the cig, but didn’t slow down.

“Vi, I want you to go. It’s something new for you to experience. My friend has a bar by the sea. A nice place to relax and have a drink.”

The thought of a drink calmed me down. I sat quietly listening to music trying not to think of those two men.

We reached the bar. He turned down a dirt path and slowly weaved through the trees and the darkness. I hear the pleasant sound of the ocean. I feel myself begin to cast off my slight gloom.

The place…well…let’s say it’s not what I had I mind. It’s a man’s spot. Besides the owner, Eric, and the VERY young bartenderette, we’re the only others there.



I get my usual, Cleveland gets a Heineken. We go outside and sit on one of these humongous tires to chat. Eric tells us he’s having a fish fry on Friday. We let him know we will be there.



I started feeling a little better due to “acceptance” of what I cannot change. I even loosen up about the bar itself and looked forward to seeing it during the day. I had to return to get better photos because the ones I took that night were wacked!