Love that!Originally Posted by Kahuna3
I feel the same way in the ocean
Enjoying your updates
Love that!
I feel the same way in the ocean
Enjoying your updates
Carpe Diem
Love this report! I'm just starting my second book also, Sunset in Negril
Deanna (aka DeeDee from NY)
Hope we cross paths during my stay I move around alot so should not be a problem, just have to find a reasonable room.
Trip #59 most of February
PGW - I would like to meet up with you - but I don't know where you got the idea that we should 'find a reasonable room' together. Sorry if I mislead you, but I'm not that kind of guy. We would have to have a couple of drinks to start off with - at least.
My Books:
Walk Good - Sunset Negril - Night NurseAvailable @ www.amazon.com - search 'Roland Reimer'
Hahahahahaaaaaha. Man love soon come......
Roland, I have to tell you, I enjoyed Sunset Negril so much I pulled out Walk Good for a re-read. Honestly, it was very enjoyable. I hope we can meet when I'm down there in three weeks. It would be a pleasure to meet you!
LOL Kahuna!!
Some people were born in the wrong century....I was born in the wrong country!
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Ok dont worry only shared a room with a friend once wont happen again , had to read what I posted over twice to make sure I wasnt missing something?lol
Trip #59 most of February
Yesterday afternoon I went up to Sunset Beach bar for my first beer of the day. Again I experienced the Red Stripe phenomenon; the initial sip from that cool, just opened, stubby brown bottle was like the sweet kiss of a chaste first cousin, filled with lurid promises that can never be fulfilled (unless you live in the backwoods of Kentucky or anywhere in Newfoundland.)
I was a little surprised to see Rob and Lisa sitting at the bar because I knew they has a webcast later in the afternoon from Aqua web-cast – it was really good to see them.
Later, I wandered down to Aqua for a beer then for sunset I went to the Sunnyside Bar party. The bar is small and the benches there can only seat – at a maximum – ten patrons if they all have skinny bums and don’t mind cozying-up. There were 41 people crowded around the bar when I counted heads just before the sun set. The occasion was the annual orthodontist office group bash, moved this year from the For Real Bar (I Love’d That Bar :>( ). They hail from somewhere in Wisconsin, I think.
It was a great sunset.
I walked the beach again this morning – it is so astoundingly beautiful – the soft yield of the sand under my feet, the swish of the surf lapping the shore, the sunlight dancing on the surface of the water, the sun on my back, growing hot, the frigates and pelicans gracefully cutting the air overhead, the wide open, deep blue sky. Words cannot describe. I feel truly blessed to be in this place at this time.
I approached Sandals, as I frequently do, with a rising swell of expectations. Maybe today ‘they’ would be there. You know the ones – the beautiful people who inhabit the Sandals brochures and TV commercials – young, happy, smiling, laughing. Running and jumping through the surf in slow motion. Beautiful bodies, hair and beach attire. But alas, yet again, ‘they’ are not there – in their stead, as usual, was a thoroughly mundane company of average looking vacationers sprawled on the lounges. My anticipation quickly yielded to bitter disappointment - then shock.
My eyes, scanning the track before me, settled on the crotch of an older gentleman who was approaching me, walking in the opposite direction. (By now you will know that I am thoroughly ensconced in the heterosexual side of the spectrum – so don’t get any ideas.)
What was it that captured my gaze? A banana sling. Light blue. Hanging loosely on the narrow hips of the old boy. It was startling. I immediately pulled my eyes away, but in the instant that the apparition held my focus, I noted that the conveyance was much too large for its intended cargo. Its contents wobbled and jostled freely about within, like two tomcats fighting in a silk pillowcase. (think C cup on an A sized boob.)
The old gentleman had no business wearing such a contraption. Not that being old, in and of itself, would be a reason not to. But when your body is the human equivalent of a 1986 Ford Taurus from upstate New York with 195,000 hard miles on it . . .
We passed and I exhaled my involuntarily withheld breath.
Why, oh, why did I yield to the temptation to turn around and check his backside? It must have been the same reflex that causes one to stare at a car accident on the highway, or to look at the mutilated carcass of an animal that has been hit by a car.
But yield I did; and I looked. I’ll spare you the hairy details, only because I don’t want to dwell on how little three narrow cords of material can cover something that should always be hidden from sight. (Where does a man’s butt go when his age creeps north of 50?)
Think I’ll rent a motor bike this afternoon.
Going to the Mighty Diamonds concert tonite at Bourbon Beach.
Life’s a beach,
Peace – out
My Books:
Walk Good - Sunset Negril - Night NurseAvailable @ www.amazon.com - search 'Roland Reimer'
Who feels it knows! This paragraph has me aching to be back there again!!! Soon come, just 3 more days!
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