TRAIL OF ASHES TOUR: The adventure continues as Gerry G returns to Negril

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Jodie had to take care of some stuff, so I dropped her off and went all the way to Keith’s house – he is my whiz-kid, Philly friend who had made a killing on Wall Street before retiring in his early 40s a short time ago to buy a big house in Negril up near Banton’s past Moondance Villas. Keith was in a great mood, as always, having just a returned from a two-day siesta at the Ritz Carlton in Montego Bay with one of his many mix-n-match girlfriend. He always has a spliff in his mouth and is usually dealing with something pseudo dramatic, so he is a really fun guy to hang out with.

He has built a thatch-roof palapa on his property, and the place is really coming together with the help of his live-in assistant, known simply as Rasta.

Now I was really starting to feel at home as we burned spliffs under the palapa – there’s something extra special about Negril because it’s the only vacation spot where I know a bunch of peeps, so it’s almost like a second home for me.

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Back at Seastar as the sun began to set, I had a big plate of pasta , hangin with Brassi, then Jodie came and met us. We rolled a few and got red-eyed together, then back to Sunset on the Cliffs for a little siesta. Jodie went to meet her kids for a bit, so took the motor scooter back to Seastar yet again, still having plans for later that night to hit the Jungle for Thursday ladies night, then perhaps Scrub a Dub – I told Jodie it was boys night out, LOL – and Seastar Inn owner Chris was really in his element, drinking scotch and rooting for Winnipeg on TV, as the hockey game was being broadcast.

Well, I guess all the sun and fun caught up to me, because I returned to Sunset on Cliffs around 7:30 p.m. for a three-hour nap, but I was so sore and tired from the sun and all the exercise of riding the scooter around without being used to it (I am really a slow mover back home!) that I just crashed out.