So, after chillin a bit at Seastar Inn, I welcomed yet another female visitor, Raquel, and together we headed to Three Dives to hang with Rob, enjoy an incredible sunset, and of course to feast once again on Jerk Chicken.

in the interim, I had devoured by myself a previous plate of jerk from DeBars (btw, at the exact same time, Eddie n his wife were at Seastar, as we greeted one another upon my return from his restaurant, which was quite a coincidence), then later, at the end of the night, I had a third plate from a guy near the roundabout, so that made three plates for the day -- I think I am about the sprout some wings, lol.

The third plate I only ate some of it, put the rest near my puter before falling asleep.

After saying our goodbyes, Raquel, who lives in Sav, headed out, and I took off on my motor bike seeking my next adventure. I was in the mood to ride without the helmet (read: no pot in vehicle), so I took off, down the hill, past the strip of hotels, all the way to RIU Negril.

I was hoping to catch P King, a cabbie whom I ve known for many years and who works in front of RIU, but alas, for the second time including last reach, I could not find him to say Hi.

I cruised back, parking in front of the Jungle just for fun (they were having an event, but nothing like Thursday night, I assume), where by chance I ran into Shane, my fav cabbie who has been taking care of me and Brasi since we got here.

Shane is an amazing young man, and I have gotten to know him well, this being our second trip together after I had first met him in front of Legends this past summer on the last vaca ....

He is 30 years with two kids, a baby momma (as he puts it), and wow he works hard. He starts in the morning, working all day at Legends (it's called a 'home run' when someone wants to go to the airport as opposed to Ricks or somewhere similar), then he works all night in front of whatever club is most crowded that particular evening. I would say he works from 8 a.m. to 3 a.m., and that's impressive, especially compared to the hustlers on the beach who big tourists for a dollar.

Anyway, Shane invites me to his house for dinner, a sincere invite, too, and I am really touched. 'You have five nights left, pick a night,' he says to me. That's really touching. He says he lives in the country and says we can have a great home-cooked meal together.

Find me a cabbie like that anywhere else in the world, and i would be surprised. But in Negril, there is an extremely strong sense of friendship and loyalty, not just between workers and tourists but between workers and workers and even between tourists and other tourists.

There is love in the air in Negrl (except for the Red Sox-capped fool who picked my pocket, of course), and it's going to be sad when I leave because I feel more at home on every reach.

God, oh god, I wish I was a millionaire so I could stay forever. Can anyone relate to that????