It's Sunday morning, and I'm eating a pop tart at breakfast at Seastar Inn.

I sat with M & G Montreal -- the Canadian couple is the nicest you'd ever care to meet -- and then I called Famous Vincent who arranged to meet at Rockhouse for snorkeling/spearfishing. I was alone, but I met a nice young couple from Atlanta and convinced them to come along. We caught lots of fish, then I headed to drop them off at Bentley's (see a pattern forming?).

Of course I later locked myself out of the room back at Seastar Inn (typical gerryg123). I wanted to check out Negril Spa Resort, have a drink there, perhaps steal a pool towel (just kidding!), but I guess I was not paying close enough attention and missed it. I kept motoring down the hill, past the roundabout to seven-mile.

The helmet Garrett had given me for the scooter was a little tight (I have a bigger head than O.J.), so I pulled into another scooter place, Prento's, and rented a helmet that fit me for $20 for the rest of my stay. Later, Garrett just shook his head: "Why you do that? Mi could have just cut some foam out of your helmet." Oh well.

Then I went to Treehouse and had a nice fruit drink. Patrick (or Pat, as he prefers) was bartending -- he's a great bartender.