Ever amazed at people's memories - from customs at MBJ, to the HiLo and all through Negril. Sometimes amaze myself even when I remember people, their names and stories - these get a bit more lost in the clutter of my usual urban tangle.

Memories are not limited to tourists. 22 years ago with our 5 yo and 1 yo at the Poinciana dropoff I left camera case with cash in it in a white tag ride we picked up. Next day I asked the guard in duty about it - he told me the driver's name and where he lived 'A coolie, Nelson, from Sav'. That was enough info for me and a friend to find his house if Sav, get thrown out of his yard by his wife, "Mi Nelson nevah do such a ting!" and then confirm 100% that is was Nelson that had my stuff - no last names required still! My bad totally - a bit distracted by the kids - but my bad - worst hurt was my 5 yo whose little camera was also in the case - he was documenting everything!

Long story, but if anyone sees my Fujika SLR with 200mm lens and a little Nikon in a blue soft case, let me know!