Making it to the West End, hard to leave the beach

[Markospoon]

The Beach.......... love the beach.

The salt sea air, your wind blown hair, reflections on a dream.
The thoughts of you,
and who knows who,
flowing through me like a stream

The beach is like a siren, calling me.
The curves, the wetness, that scent on a warm summer night.

Oooh baby, I love you!

(I must fight it)

So, folks, I gotta make it to the West End this trip.
Last trip, 10 days and I did not hit the West end but once.

So, first day, a Saturday.
I will go to 3 Dives, and get the Lobster.
Then cocktails at Pushcart for the Sunset.

Will the beach get jealous, will she accept me back??

It's already written in the stars. Out of my control.

Ahh, the Cliffs, here I come baby.

[SLP]

Ah, so well said. Sand gravity is a "hard taskmaster". I manage the cliffs maybe once or twice per trip and feel as if I am deserting my best friend. That being said, if you enjoy Chinese food, try Yam at the beginning of the cliffs.

[JahLove]

We're on the other end of that spectrum. We stay on the cliffs for 3 months and only visit the beach about once a week. Just not fond of the sand and enjoy the variety of restaurants on the cliffs. Each to their own, as long as we're in Negril ��