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

[gerryg123]

I took a leisurely nap at Seasplash. i woke up a bit past midnight, perfect time to hit THE JUNGLE on Thursday nights (ladies in free, and where there's girls there's boys).

Suzie Q was at Seastar Inn, and we had planned to meet at Jungle, but she was not around. In fact, there was not a single boardie and just one fellow Seastar Inn guest in the whole crowd upstairs where I like to hang. On past visits it's been much more comfortable with a posse with folks like Brasi, Shayne, Chris from Seastar, et al. Now, it's just me being circled by the usual party girls, one of whom kind of invaded my personal space and maybe I was oversensitive after being pick pocketing last reach but I would have sworn her hands were feeling for my pockets, and I was having NONE OF IT tonight.

I drank the obligatory two rum punches and headed out.

Outside was even more pressure. I couldn't keep the hagglers off, but I was hungry and had not visited a single jerk stand yet, so I agreed to buy a plate from this one particular vendor on the condition he protect me by fending off the higglers. He said OK, and the chicken was really good, but every couple of minutes or so, there was another vendor trying to hit me up for something -- it's rough out their for single American guys on Thursday nights at the Jungle.

I was a good boy. I went home to Seastar Inn (had two hotels at this point). Ten bucks there, ten bucks back, five to get from Seasplash to the club -- I thought about it for a moment and realized I could never vacation in Negril in the style to which I am accustomed if I did not have a Scooter. Motoring along is a big part of my lifestyle.