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Re: Trip report: days 1&2. Tipsy ramblings, from a drinker and gormandizer for the sa
Watched the sunset from the beach at Travellers. Not an ideal spot because it sets over the west end, not the sea. Still beautiful though.
Finished my beer and headed back to my room to regroup. Made a drink and started thinking about dinner. Where to go? It’s really the toughest decision of the day just behind trying to decide “left or right” for the daily beach walk.
Hopped on Moose’s FB page and scrolled through some posts and realized the choice was already made for me...Quality’s for that delicious garlic sauce. Gave the man a ring to see if he’d do a pick up. Quality said yes and that he’d be by in a little bit.
Q showed up about a half hour later which gave me time for another rum punch and to get cleaned up.
Hopped in the car and we said our hellos. Took a second but then he remembered me. Proceeded to tell me about the new beach bar he built just adjacent to Canoe.
We arrive, Kenisha is there and all smiles with menu in hand, which I didn’t even need. Told her I’d take whatever fish she has on hand, pan fried with extra garlic sauce. I dream of the day he bottles that stuff and I told him as much.
They point me towards the beach bar and asked if I’d like to sit and eat over there. It’s such a cool little spot, I couldn’t say no. She walked me over and got my drinks ready.
They really did a good job with the addition.
Not much so see facing the pitch black sea, so I turned my seat around to face the road and watch Negril go by. A local they knew comes stumbling up the road and somehow finds a perch on one of the stools. Kenisha asses the situation and decides he needs water. He sits looking at the bottle puzzled, then eventually starts to drink. He’s not there long before he disappears behind the sea side of the bar.
I have another beer and the food is ready quicker than I expected.
I sit at the bar to eat and Q comes back over and we start chatting for a minute. He gets up to head back to the restaurant and I ask him if his friend is okay or if there’s any problems, which he interpreted as me being uncomfortable. That prompted him to sit back down at the bar but I assured him, it was cool and that’s not what I meant. We shared a laugh, but it speaks volumes to the kind of host he is.
Food was delish but the company and ambiance was even better. We talked while I ate and for a good bit after.
They started closing down so I paid my check and helped with bringing the sound system and crate of booze back across the street. They locked up and we all jumped in the car. Dropped me off back at my HQ.
Had a drink at the room and contemplated if I wanted to go out or not.
By midnight I decided that I wanted to check out some of the beach bars for some music. None of my night drivers were answering so I headed out to the road.
It was really quiet out there so I asked security if he had a driver handy. He made four or five phone calls and struck out. He apologized and headed out to the road to see if he sees anyone he’s familiar with.
He eventually flaged a redplate and talked to the guy to settle on the price that he and I already discussed.
I get in and greet the driver and ask if he’ll be available all night if I need a ride back. He says yes and that’s his name is Denley. I say, wait, I know you and pull up his contact in my phone and he starts laughing. “That’s my old number man, lost that phone, good to see you again.”
Was trying to go to Bourbon but they had already shut down the music. It’s pushing 1 AM at this time. We head further up the road and pull into Roots. The band was still playing so we headed in. He chose to accompany me, which I told him he didn’t have to.
It’s late and already starting to die down but music is still on, so I was into it. I offer to get him a beer and then I head to the bar. I order a flask of Appleton, Pepsi and Red Stripe. I ask the bartender how much and he says $26, so I ask how much in J. He says 2900. I say “Huh, are you sure?” He says “uh Pepsi, rum, red stripe...1900 J.” Haha, that’s more like it.
Hung out for a about 45 mins and then the band was done. Denley drives me back to HQ.
I decide for a short beach walk to the 24 hour bar next door. All’s quiet on the beach. Have one beer next door and head down to the next 24 hr bar. Few guys hanging out but it looked mellow so I walk up. I ask for a rum and boom and of course there’s the “buy us a drink” etc, which I’ve come to expect at that time of night, so I said no problem.
Talked with those dudes for a while and decided to call it a night when they said they had planned to head to Scrub-a-dub. If I wasn’t so tired I would have gone along for the ride, but I wasn’t in the mood to rally.
Walked back to the hotel and had one (maybe two) more drinks while watching for shooting stars. Wanted to get in the pool but the air was too cold.
Time for bed. Day 3 is a wrap.
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