Day 3 (cont)
I'm itching to walk down the beach...getting pretty hungry. She’s already had two meals and I’m just now warmed up enough to eat. Walking the beach is loads of fun…7 mile beach has this energy, that I’ve never experienced anywhere else before…and this is the slow season. Stop to take some pics, and this dude walks up carrying a bunch of conch shells. He wanted to get in my picture. Lol We joked around for a few minutes then went on our separate ways down the beach.
By the time we got to Fun Holiday, I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to stop and eat. Sure wish I’d held out. Wasn’t very impressed with the food… I have a whole list of all these great spots to eat, per negril.com, so I was kinda bummed. Just in the wrong place at the wrong time, with a growling stomach that got the best of me. Lesson learned. Luckily the atmosphere made up for the mediocre food. Sat back watching the beach activity. My friend has quickly befriended a stray cat. I laugh at some women trying to shoo an obnoxious drunk guy away from their table. Funny sh*t.
We resume our walk down the beach. Come upon a little craft market where several beach vendors were set up. There was an older man selling hand carved parrots. I tell him I love them…but sadly do not have enough cash on me…I will be back.
Check the time, and it doesn’t look like we’ll be making it to Legends in time to ride the shuttle back to the cliffs...unless we run, and fat chance I’m going to be running anywhere while I’m on vacation. So we chill for awhile then decide to take a taxi back to the cliffs. Need to get cash so we ask the driver to take us to an ATM. He points us to the little ATM vestibule and there is a line outside of it. We wait. More people piling up in line behind us….all locals. Once inside this claustrophobic little booth, we are faced with the challenge of figuring out how to take out the right amount in JA dollars. Attempts 1, 2, and 3 failed. A nice young Jamaican girl steps in to save us from the increasingly impatient line outside. Thank God. She asks how much we want to take out…I tell her I want xxx American but I want it in Jamaican. She punches in a really big number…logically it makes sense…but my finger just does not want to go through with this transaction. hahaha Ok, ok, turns out it’s Aaaalright. I will remember how to do this next time.
Back at Samsara with plenty of time before sunset. I’m ready to head down to the cliff, and I turn to ask my friend if she’s ready….Guess not, cause she’s laying in bed watching T.V. “I need my T.V. time…you don’t have to wait for me, go do whatever you want.” I tell her what a lame-ass she is and that I still love her, on my way out the door. Lol
There are people down there jumping off cliffs…OK, this is what I’m talkin about!!!! They tell me it’s my turn. Haven’t jumped off this side yet…I’m standing on the edge wanting to dive but the water is so clear it looks as though there’s coral and rock two feet under the surface. I have to do a test jump. Opening my eyes under the water I realize it’s probably 20-30 feet deep. Actually I’m not good at judging depth, but that sh*t is deep enough to go head first. Cool. Climb back up and dive in again…and again…. Had a great time hanging out with my new cliff jumping buddies…E&L. He (L) is from Kingston, and she (E) is from Massachusetts. They had met on her previous trip to Jamaica, and had stayed close. There was also a teenage boy whose name escapes me now. I’m not sure where he was from, as he didn’t say very much, and I’m pretty sure he didn’t speak English but he laughed at everything we said so I guess he understood some. The four of us hung out all evening, checking out different spots to jump from…good people, lot of fun to hang with. Love diving the cliffs…could do this every day for the rest of my life.
I have no idea why these pics are so huge....i tried to shrink them.
Originally Posted by TizzyATX
