First trip to Negril - Travel Report - Day 4 - Moving over to the Coco La Palm

[Hubby-man]

Ever since the relationship between me and Daisy began I have really enjoyed how she continuously adds a different perspective to my way of seeing the world. She is never out of surprising, intriguing and sometimes quirky attitudes in perception. She often develops ideas in her quest to tackle this thing called life, which she holds on to for a certain amount of time.

Then, when she has had her fill of seeing or doing things a certain way, she suddenly has a NEW idea that will determine the flavor of the next few months or sometime years. It's never boring.

This whole vacation is just one example. As we described earlier, we had absolutely no opportunity or means to travel in the way of a vacation during the first near-decade of our marriage.

Since we made our first short trip to Mexico, less then 12 months ago, We stuffed three 4-5 day trips under our belt, the last one being this much anticipated 6 day Jamaica trip. The big idea is to travel as much as possible during our limited time on earth.

This bigger idea is then refined. This belongs the rule that we must SPLIT UP our stay between Hotels so that perceived length of the trip is extended..

“I can't believe we've only been here for three days. It feels like much longer and now that we are going to a new Hotel, it's like there is a whole other vacation ahead of us!”she kept saying. I have to smile.

We had already signed out with the front desk and had received permission to enjoy the Hotel Grounds for as long as necessary today. I was rather hungry and very relieved that the coming lunch buffet was not yet off-limits.

At the beach we found Hillary and Earl Grey. A bearded Jamaican was talking to them and waved me over. At first I thought it was Mischief Rasta, whose story, I now realize, we never told. Maybe that's for the better, since he is just a very irritating individual. I couldn't hide and pretend I hadn't seen, so I walked closer and realized to my great relief that it was Greeny from the English Rose who was talking to them.

Hillary: “Hi Markus, Greeny is just telling that he wants to have a concert at his bar tonight, just for us. What do you think?”

Me: ”That sounds splendid”

Hillary: “Really? So you would want to go then? we were on the fence.”

Me: “I would be honored, Greeny!”

Hillary: “Ok, Greeny, we'll go. But you're gonna have to come down with the prices for us. We are just spending way to much money at your shack.”

Greeny: “I'll do that for you. But you will come? I have to know, since I have to tell my band members.”

We promised our attendance and Greeny promised us $200 JA Red Stripes.

Lunch was served soon. We headed over to the buffet one last time and ran into Keneill. He like most people was very surprised to hear we would be leaving already. So we invited him to have lunch with us, which he accepted.



We sat down at a big round table and Kenneil lounged in on of the reed chairs across from me with one arm slung over the back of the chair. He has the demeanor of a boy-band rock-star mixed with a splash of class clown. He is very confident but at the same time you can just feel how he is constantly struggling to reach his full potential. He told us about all the hotels he has worked at and gigged for. Customer service, dancing, singing, teaching entertaining and then back to being a clerk in the gift shop. You can clearly see, he has much bigger dreams and he's very talented.



That's why you all have to help out. Here are two you tube links for the Music-videos Keneil and his friends have put together in Negril. It's great stuff! Some views would make a difference for him and don't forget to click the “Like”-button if you like it.

http://youtu.be/q8Jn_AjpIps

and here is another one.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2jze7...eature=related

While we were sitting there talking, we observed some more incredibly rude tourist behaviour. We had been there talking together for no more than 20 Minutes, when one of the German Lady tourists walked by and sneered: “Nice long lunch break you got there Keneill. Wish I could do that at MY job.” (Some people are just sad and bitter!)

We figured we better keep Keneill out of trouble and said our good-byes.