We are up bright and early and are thinking it will be smooth sail from here on out right.
We think we need to chase so travelers check so the big guy are the motel tells us how to get to the back in Mobay, off we go blowing the horn like everyone else.
We park the car and head down the street to the bank we are pale white and everyone want to meet us help us and oh yell sell us some of every thing, what a nice bunch of kolks here. The bank looks what you see in a old movie, long counter with bars and a few opening to trade money at.
Oh and it as a very safe feel to it, you at the end of the counter leaning against the wall as a old guard in a kaki brown uniform and hat on with large dark swell stains already showing on his shirt it was already hot as sin inside, but no problem mon he was drinking a red strip beer still half hidden in a small brown bag.
We get our cash an are on the way to Negril.
What a road more pot holes and pavement, watch out that car in in our lane and I am in the left side of the road, no problem just blow the horn, I used the horn as much as the breaks.
This following photo are from 1980 but thing had not change much in that 6 years.
This is driving through a town on the way.