My wife and I were looking for a place to go in the Caribbean. When people talked about Negril they had a look in there eyes of longing. So my wife and I decided to go there for a vacation. I was a travel agent and collected everything I could about hotels and I called 50 places on the beach and the West End. One of the last places I called was
Blue Cave Castle. The Jamaican woman I talked to was the most pleasent and informative person I had talked to. So we booked the first part of our trip (4 days) there and 3 days at the Yellow Bird on the beach. When we arrived at Montego Bay, we walked out to the craziness of the airport parking lot. Before we got 10 feet I got my first offer for Ganja. Two more offers came before we left the parking lot. We picked a bus and began our first ride to Negril. Back then, you went on the old coast road. It twisted and turned with every bay. Our driver was practicing for a Nascar race, or it just seemed so. With every turn, we and the one other passenger, were thrown from side to side. Once in Negril, the driver finally slowed down and we were happy to still be alive. He dropped off the other person then took my wife and I to Blue Cave. At this point we were both wondering if we had made a bad decision. But once the gate opened at the castle and we walked in, we knew we had found paradise. Steven and Suzan were great and my wife and I had our hearts skip a beat when we stared at the beauty of the place. From that point on, every time we left Negril we had tears in our eyes. To us, it became our second home, and the local's we befriended our family.