Back in the day (c. 1983) there was a small group of Rastas who lived next to the bridge at the mouth of the river. The centerpiece was Sister Loves, a shop owned by Sister Love whose given name was Adassa. The shop sold mostly Rasta wood carvings and handsewn baggies which were big back then. They were sewn in the shop on an old Singer machine by a Rasta fella called "Tailor". A Rasta lady named Dorothy P. there cooked us our first homestyle Jamaican dinner. After dinner Tailor invited us to pass the Chalice. Thus began our long love affair with Negril. I remember it like it was yesterday. Maybe that's the Rasta "district" Rody referred to.