The rest of our Trip Report - Catcha Falling Star & Blue Cave Castle

[Hubby-man]

Wow, with less than a month to go to until the next reach, this will finally and positively be the last installment of this trip report.

I can hardly believe we made it to this point. Getting to the last day is a trip report FIRST for us!

A little groggy from the night before, we got up earlier than any other morning in Jamaica.

[Hubby-man]

Rob was having a webcast at the Sunshine-Holiday-Beach-Splash-Coconut-Fun-Palm-Jamaican-Gardens-Hotel (I really don't remember the name, who can remember that many hotel names??? Here is a picture of it).



The temperature had risen to seriously hot that day. Chicken opted to stay in his air conditioned sedan, while me and Jamar hopped around the parking lot with a towel around the hip and our pants around our ankles in an attempt to get some bathing-trunks back on again, without showing our private parts (that's a sport I learned in the US, homey don't play around like that in Germany: pants off - trunks on – done & fertig).

Rob was sitting at the end of a shaded path that practically sits on the beach. A few boardies stood here and there with paper-umbrellas in their cocktails. Daisy said a quick “Hi” to Rob and continued towards the water. Jamar, Southcoastgirl and JCX2 immediately struck up a conversation, they seemed to enjoy the same kinds of activities during their vacation, and Jamar was eager to find out more.

I took their conversation as inspiration to film my fiery-hot Opus “Daisy undresses down to her bathing suit”, which I would show here (in super slo-mo!!), but she just wouldn't sign the release form...

In the mean time Steve West, who many know as a regular ticket at the Seastar appeared out of seeming nowhere and started tuning his guitar! It was a really relaxed morning, with a Red Stripe in my hand and a fresh breeze now blowing I could completely forget that our plane home was taking off in a few hours.



Daisy was paddling joyfully in the waves, disappearing under water and coming up elsewhere. Besides her only one other person was in the water. The two had the whole beach to themselves, but as our timetable was getting more and more precarious, we eventually had to scream and shout to get her out of the water.

Both people emerged from the wet and walked over to the webcast set-up. We were a little embarrassed thinking we had accidentally alarmed a stranger and made them abandon their bathing pleasures, but it turned out the other swimmer was Negrilaholic!

Daisy was thrilled and we pushed our luck with time a little more, for the two to chat briefly. Then Steve remembered us from the Seastar and offered to play good-bye song for us. We were really milking it to the last drop.



Eventually we were out of options. Chicken was now tapping at his watch and so we had to say Good-Bye, with only a grueling flight to look forward to.

The ride home passed in silence. We all had so much to digest.

What a time we had. Just look at this report! I am a seasoned traveler, yet I have never done anything like writing the two trip reports on this website.

So many memories: The adventures with our British friends, meeting Greeney and Ikeey at the English Rose, Roots Bamboo and all the great life performances, the Luciano concerts at the Seastar, the Seastar drummers, magnificent food, the snorkeling and jetski-rides, the stars, the bats and the cliffs, the hummingbirds, butterflies and magnificent frigates, the waterfalls and Jungle, “the Jungle” night club,the beach park party and XXX, Meeting Bella Bea, Canadian BS, Choochy and so many others, the honey moon suite, the heavenly beds at the seastar and all the hammocks, the sea stars, jelly fish and conch shells and of course the still unfolding Saga of Daisy's family history and connection to Jamaica...

All in all we have now been to twice to the Island for a total of 11 days. How, just how, could all of that have happened in only 11 days?!

The slogan:”When you go, you know” is one of the most forthright I have ever heard, since the experience really keeps fulfilling the promise - except of course - you don't really know. Every day that has passed on the Island has shown us another magnificent facet of that amazing Island world. Every day is new and exiting. One is ripped out of once ordinary world and bathed in a rejuvenating bath of something really really different. Something extraordinary

There is so much still to learn, so much more to experience. I cannot wait for what stories the next reach will write, and I am so damn exited to find out. So with that, this report is finished,... but of course we are not done - we're not done by a long shot!

See you in Negril!