We seem to end up on the cliffs regularly when we stay in Negril, but with our hotel here, it was nice to get closer and check out the West End a bit. Our first stop was to visit Connie at 10 square feet of Texas, and her brother Tayon for my favorite chicken. We take a route taxi, and between chatting and not paying attention, we thought we knew where we were when the taxi stopped, but in actuality, we were lost. Oh well, we had to be close, and this is how fun nights get started. It was just down the road, we figured, and started walking. When we saw Canoe, we realized we had been walking in the wrong direction. Oh well, we're here, so we stop at Canoe for a rum and ting and a red stripe. There, chat up a few guys, and they decide to join us as we try to make our way to 10 square feet. Nice guys, 1 older, who had been in town a bit, and 2 younger guys, just got in town, and both had there own pints of overproof, which they were drinking straight. This should be a good time! We make a little bar crawl out of it. We were farther away than we thought, so we stopped at Mi Yard, and I think two other places before 10 square feet. Had several at each place, of course. Kept going, I think two more bars, before coming back to 10 square feet to end the evening. Well, we ended the evening. When we said goodbye, the younger guys were talking about heading to the late night, even though they could barely stand. The older guy was heading to Mi Yard for food, and trying to get his friends to join him before they fall drunkenly into traffic. Everyone made it home ok, but things were certainly dicey by the end of the evening. The end of the night was very hazy, and when we awoke the next morning we were missing our cigarettes and some other accessories. At the bar crawl the next day, we stopped again at 10 square feet of Texas. Connie had wrapped up all the stuff we had forgotten the night before and handed it to us. I love Negril!

This trip we were in Negril for two Wednesdays, and did the One Love Shuttle (The Drunk Bus) both times. This is just such a great deal all around. A fun time, a great way to meet people, see new places. The last week it was getting crazy crowded, with 2 crowded busloads of people. Add in the fact that it was a rainy day, logistics got a bit tough, but no matter, it was still a great time. Happy to hear that they expanded the days, and I certainly hope to be back on the bus in November again. The first bus trip worked out especially well for us. We still had three days coming up where we had not booked a hotel. We mention this, and soon learn that one of our fellow bus passengers was Jim Hurt, AKA Boombastic, owner of Seasplash! He told us he'd give us a great deal and upgrade us, so sure! Saved us the trouble, and it turned out to be a really great place.

Our last day on the cliffs, we get a little relaxation during the day, and a nice nap that afternoon. Yellowman is playing on the beach that night, so that was the plan for the evening. Wife is tired of Jamaican food, so we start the evening with a pizza at a small restaurant just up from Sunset on the Cliffs. I forget the name. Decent, nothing special, but not bad. After that, wander up the road a bit in search of a bar. Stop at a place or 2, and end up at Seastar. We had been there on Saturday nights, but never during the week. Decent crowd at the bar. A Winnipeg Jets game was coming on the TV, and pretty much everyone there had on Winnipeg stuff to cheer them on. Seemed like it could be a nice place to hang out. Unfortunately, the people there, in general, were just unfriendly a-holes to anyone without a Winnipeg shirt on. The owner was nice, just the Winnipeg fans at the bar. My wife, when she gets chatty, can charm anyone and have a good conversation. Except at this bar. No one was especially rude - just no one was remotely friendly. Probably a good thing. I'm a Washington Caps fan, and Winnipeg is now in our division. Since that is the case, it really helps to have a reason to dislike a team, and until that night, I had no reason to dislike the Winnipeg Jets. Now, screw em. I hope they lose every game. Except maybe against Pittsburgh. Maybe.

We move on, and after a few more bar stops, we make to to Jamaica Tamboo, where Yellowman is playing that night. We shared a taxi, and ended up hanging out with two twenty-something women heading to the show. We sit down, and I head to the bar to get a drink, leaving the three hot chicks alone at the table. Sensing the opportunity, a manager approaches and askes if they would all like to meet Yellowman. Of Course! I don't think he was too happy when I came back and followed them. Met Yellowman, he was very nice, posed for pictures, and was very friendly. Put on an excellent show. Dancing 5 feet away from Yellowman at the beach. Does it get much better than that?