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

[gerryg123]

Monday morning. I woke and motored down the hill to Xtabi, where Omar greeted me with a nice cup of coffee. I worked my way down the Cliffs to the ocean, jumped on my raft, letting all the world's troubles drift away with the tide. So invigorated.

It's mostly couples in Negril, not too many singles. Loneliness can creep in even in the wildly fun moments -- it's human nature I guess. Yes, I love to party it up when I hit Negril, but there's a big part of me that wishes I was still married. Not to my ex-wife, of course, to someone else. LOL.

It was still early, just me and the beautiful ocean as climbed out onto the rocks. My Negril cell phone rang. It was Vincent, just making sure we were all good to meet at Rockhouse. The water was beautiful. I was looking forward to it. I stopped at Weisemart first for a few supplies -- including band aids for my pinky -- and that's when I heard one of Bobo's friends call out -- "Yo man, Gerry G!"

It was crazy knocka and a friend. He said he has been trying to flag me down all week because I had left my reading glasses at Bobo's shop last reach, and Knocka's friend had saved them for me. I smiled, shrugged, thanked them. I tipped both a few bucks -- the glasses only cost 99 cents in Los Angeles -- before making my way inside the sterling gates of Rockhouse. What a great hotel.