In the morning, I was greeted at breakfast by Gugiray and Sweetie Pie, a fun couple from Michigan. I got along especially well with Gugiray, who is simply an incredibly cool guy.

And Suzie Q, of course. We'd grown quite close, and after spending most of her time with me she decided she wanted to extend her vacation! She had done a package through Expedia with no free changes allowed of course -- rookie mistake, lol -- and according to one of the agents, to change the flight they were going to charge her something ridiculous like 500 dollars. Plus, her nightly rate she was paying at Seastar Inn was higher than it would be if she already had two feet in Negril, which of course she did now.

She asked for my help, and I found a one-way flight that was affordable. Then i implored Chris to give her a SICK rate for staying on, and of course the great hotelier came through as he always does for his loyal returnees, and so it was settled. Suzie would stay for as long as I was there, until Sunday, a huge move because it was only Wednesday morning, so four more glorious nights and five glorious days.

Suzie Q flipped her credit card out like an old Western gunslinger .... Ya mon.

We hung out for a bit at Bantons and with my friend, Keith, from Philly. He lives right near Banton's, and he's always doing something fun. The house he built overlooks the sea but was a bit of a project when he first bought it, but Keith and his live-in assistant, known simply at Rasta (great guy), have built the place up nicely.

My project for today was to find a Rasta named Bobo, a good friend of fellow boardie Negriloholic from Oklahoma. She had recommended Bobo strongly as just a great guy to hang out with, a really trustworthy soul, and my only clue was that he worked in one of the craft shops near Rockhouse.

I had tried to find him last reach, but alas it was harder than I thought because someone said there was more than one Bobo. But this time, I just yelled "where's bobo?" a few times as I whooshed by in my Scooter, and eventually the Rasta yelled out "Here I am! Ya mon, I heard you were looking for me!"