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

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I was up early Sunday hoping to go spearfishing, but alas the ocean was a bit too choppy -- no one to blame but God, so it was all good. I scootered down to a little bar/cook shop called Yardi, where I met John, a nice bar keep.

Across the way, there is a young, cleancut local with a huge piece of plywood. He asks for a ride up the hill -- there is ALWAYS someone askin' for SOMETING -- and though I turn down about 90 percent, I got a good vibe from this kid, and since he was not beggin' for a dollar, I said what-the-heck and agreed to help tote him up the road.

Once we got movin', it was a bit wobbly. We were makin' progress. Turns out the youngster is the son of Cherry from Cherry's Healing Oil. I have known his mom for a long time because my ex-wife used to be in to all that healing oil stuff, so I had been to the store, on and off, beginning about 10 years ago.

I came back to the Seastar Inn for breakfast. I was hangin' with Gugiray and Sweetie Pie, enjoying breakfast. Suzie Q stepped in. This was the day Marley had organized for the magic bus trip to YS Falls. At first, I was supposed to go but had backed out because of a schedule conflict, only to change my flight in time to make the trip but, alas, it was too late, as the bus was filled up.

No problem, man. There were plenty of opportunities to make my own fun, and though I would have liked to go for the social aspect -- tons of boardies -- I am never crazy about riding in a bus, especially for a long stretch.

Suzie hopped on the scooter and said take me anywhere, so we headed up the hill to find some trouble ....