‘Life’s a Beach’ - or - AnD nOw FoR sOmEtHiNg CoMpLeTeLy DiFfErEnT -

[sandy-girl]

DANGER!!! Watch yourself!!!

[jeannieb]

What a great read. You look good on the bike!
P.S. can you pretty please post a picture of Fab?

[Crusher]

P.S. can you pretty please post a picture of Fab?

I was waiting for one of the ladies on here to wade into the waters! Winner Winner Chicken Dinner!!

[marley9808]

Hell I thought maybe that WAS Fabs on the bike....look at those muscles!
You could start your own motorcycle gang!

Have fun on the pub crawl....oh my, are you taking Fabs on that? Don't shut it down you crazy guys I was looking forward to going again in April LOL

And wait......no reviews on the Hummingbird yet?
Hahahahaha, sounds like you are enjoying your time Kahuna!
Thanks for taking us all along

P.S. That old man in the banana hammock must visit often, I swear I see him on the beach every trip! Yikes!

[Kahuna3]

What a great read. You look good on the bike!
P.S. can you pretty please post a picture of Fab?

Nice try 'jeannieb' - but I'm familiar with the 'compliment - request' tactic - I brought up two teenage daughters. Sorry, but there will be NO photos of Fabs - let your imagination run wild - that way he can be whatever you want him to be.


Every visit to Negril I have to look for my groove. It hides on me – it’s a game. How long can my groove successfully hide form me? It usually it takes me a few days, but I’ll never know where I’ll find it. Last year it was really elusive – and I never really found it.

This afternoon, while chilling in my room, I had the sense that the chase was drawing to a close – so I set out on my bike to find my groove. I knew it was out there just waiting to be found. My first stop was Canoe for a beer. No groove there. Then I went to the CW Country Western bar – I walked into a party – a bunch of Michigan-ites, partying like it was 1999. The beer at the CW bar comes with an insulated wrap! The soundtrack was a raunchy CW number – some guy bragging that he had a 12 inch bamboo, a dozen roses and a pick-up truck – it was a sing along. My groove wasn’t there, but I was closing in.

So I went up to Pee Wee’s. There were several groups at the bar, a couple of older Rastas were rolling-up on the bar top. Pee Wee’s, as you probably know, is a ‘free ganja zone’. A dancehall beat throbbed from the speakers. I walked out to cliff’s edge and admired the view back towards the beach. It was just before sunset, the waves were crashing into the base of the cliffs. The Blue Cave Castle stood majestically above the fray.

I went back and sat at the bar – working on my beer. Beanie Man came on. The sun was setting, the music filled the air, intermingled with a curling cloud of ganja smoke from the Rastas beside me. The bartender was bopping to the tune and so was I. He smiled at me and we bumped fists. I tipped my Stripe up, and as I drained the last dregs of my 3rd Stripe of the evening – I found it – my Negril Groove.

We melded - me and my groove. Right there at Pee Wee’s. I wish I could describe the feeling, it’s kind of a gushy, comfy, settling, homey feel, but you probably know what I’m talking about.

I hung at Pee Wee’s for another one then headed back to town. There’s an ice cream stand on the sea side almost all the way into town. It was windy and there were a couple of frigate birds playing in the air currents just were rising just above the building. I stopped and watched them for 10 minutes. They were only fifteen feet above my head. Wings stretched to their max, forked tails twitching in the air currents. They whirled, gyred and dove, gracefully sluicing the sea wind. Twice they came close enough to each other that one squawked and pecked the other – they were playing. It was joyous and uplifting to watch them. They are magnificent, beautiful creatures.

I continued on and stopped in at the Sea View. I sat at a bar stool, ordered a beer and thought of an old friend of mine named Tanisha – she likes to be called Tash.

What a relief it was to find my groove – I just hope I don’t lose it.

Tonight, as I sit here in my room, I feel as if I’m waiting for a hurricane to make landfall. It’s the proverbial calm before the storm.
Tomorrow my buddy Fabs arrives on the rock.
(Why do I get the feeling that some of you are just putting up with my ramblings in this thread until Fabs gets here?)
Yah - it's gonna be fun . . .
Likkle more

[Bossman]

Enjoying it K3...........thanks

soon come can't come soon enough!

[Clarity]

I really loved this update, I could really visualize all the moments you were describing…
Glad you found your groove

Thank you for taking us along!

[Sam I Am]

Thanks for the report. I miss White Sands and Negril so much right now.

[Kimbobwee]

Tanisha, no whisper in your ear? Enjoy!

[NikkiB]

P.S. That old man in the banana hammock must visit often, I swear I see him on the beach every trip! Yikes!

Marley I've been thinking the same thing since I first read it. He must live there for the winter.... what a sight!