It was still early, especially for a Sunday morning, so I knew it might be a challenge to find a vendor at the craft shop near the roundabout, but I needed some Rasta necklaces -- it's a ritual every vacation to buy a batch. On the way, I run into Shayne, and we say our goodbyes. He's a nice kid, a young cabbie who works really hard. I've known him for four reaches, and he always has a great attitude -- and if he can't pick me up within 10 minutes no matter what time of day, he sends a friend. He never leaves me hangin' ....

At the craft market, I haggle for a bit and buy my necklaces. They make nice gifts at home, but I like to wear 'em, too, because they remind me of Negril.

At Seastar Inn, I still had to pack, which involves shaking out all my clothes and deciding what I want to leave behind. Suzie is in the courtyard, eating breakfast. I order some dumplings.

"Gerry, we totaled your final bill, and the dumplings are not on the bill," Clarol says.

"Oh my gosh, you mean they're free? What a nice going-away present," I say.

"No, you owe me 400j."

LOL.

I still had to return the scooter and finish preparing my submarine sandwiches for the ride to Sangster. Plus, there was one more ride down the hill and through the strip to Elvis to return the scooter, and my plan was for Clives to follow me or meet me at White Sands, cause we were slated to pick up up Brasi, too.

TICK TICK TICK ....