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

[gerryg123]

Anyway, there was a big part of me that was actually relieved, because 99 percent of the time I am carrying hundreds of dollars. Very rare for me to leave money behind in the compartment of my scooter, but for some weird reason, this time I only was carrying a little bit of money, maybe a subconscious reaction cause I was so outnumbered in this place.

I jumped on the motor bike, scooted up the hill. I passed Sunset on the Cliffs. I passed Sea Star. I passed Rick's Cafe. It was black at night, only the stars lighting the sky, and I kept going. I went all the way to Westender Inn. Kevin, the worker, was there, and Jermaine too a few moments later, and Kevin rolled one up for me, and we walked together to the shore, smoking and then chilling on the loungers near the shore.

I told him what happened. He says the guy probably got the 20 first, then was going for a second score when I caught him.

I sat for about a half hour by myself, kind of mad but also kind of laughing about the whole thing because what can I do about now? Plus, like I said, it was only a little bit of money and could have been a LOT, and then I would have been really depressed.

So we say our goodbyes. It's a bit past 5 a.m., still pitch dark, and I start motoring bike. BTW, someone fixed ALL the potholes on the road and nearly all of them on the main west end road, too, so that's really nice. You don't have to worry about pot holes anymore, which sounds silly but it was pain on past visits cause it's REALLY dark at night up there.

Anyway, I am cruising back, near Banton's, and I hear the strumming guitar and the lovely singing of someone playing an acoustic version of "Touch of Gray" by Grateful Dead. Surprise, surprise, it's Rastagirl777, who used to tour around with Grateful Dead ...... Ha ha, just kidding. I just wanted to see if you'all were still reading -- there was NO rastagirl777 sighting!

So, back to reality, I am hungry after all, and I've calmed down some, so I go back to Mi Yard and have a fish critter (so good, but with a little spicy kick to it that I was not expecting) and some festival bread. Only like 2 dollars, Mi Yard is a great place for a late snack. I sat and chatted with John for awhile. He was so impressed that I still tipped 100j, I guess he thought I would be mad, he said, but what you gonna do? Stay mad at the world. You can't un-ring a bell or uncook an egg, it happened, and it's over.

Now that I am writing it down, I am pretty much over it, though I am sure I will share the story with like 10 peeps today. Also, I am just happy I am feeling better. Plus, when I put on a new pair of shorts and after taking a little nap in my room, I discovered some money in the pocket that I had forgotten about, so I am all even, right????

I want to go somewhere fun today.