Sunday is always a great day in Negril. I jumped to Out of Town pastries just as they opened, enjoying the freshness and great selection. Nice fruit juice, sit and kick it with the locals for a few minutes, all good.

On the way to Keith's house, there was beautiful miniature donkey -- a donkey pony is how I put it on my silly ya-mon video -- so I skidded to a stop and said hi to the donkey, took a couple of snaps. It's beautiful and well-cared for (I think).

There was a lovely church service going on, too. I didn't want to be too intrusive, but I do enjoy services of any religion -- I relate to the spirituality -- and this one is always fun because there's lots of singing and dancing. A lady was singing to a kind of fast, rock beat provided by a drummer, plus a guitarist (no bass); the drummer was actually quite good, an older fellow but he really mashed -- with a break or two and a move to Los Angeles, there's a good chance he would be a millionaire by now.

Anyway, some of elders in the church kind of recognize me, maybe from the street cause I drive by all the time but also I've been to this church two or three times by now over the past two or three years, and they posed for pictures last time.