I arrived late Friday night. There was a bunch of airline/airport stuff that was part of 16-hour commute door to door from home in Los Angeles to the airport to Miami to Montego Bay to the waiting arms of Clives transport.
Terry was the name of the driver who picked me up, and he performed brilliantly.
It's always fun to see the crabs scurrying across the road during the summer months, as we made our way out of Montego Bay through Lucea and Green Island and finally Negril
It was just past 10 p.m. as we turned the corner at Seastar Lane and headed to my favorite hotel in the world -- not a bad arrival time considering we landed at about 8 p.m. -- and it was nice to see the familiar faces.
I turned up the AC in my room way high, combined with the ceiling fan at rocket speed, and it felt like I was home again. I was thinkin' of just crashing out after such a long travel day, but of course Seastar Inn host Chris was havin' none of it -- the party meister already was in his element, so we made our way to the bar ....