Wednesday morning was a lot less windy, the waves that had been crashing against the walls of the Italian restaurant and the Boat bar had subsided and although there was a fair amount of cloud, it was still hot. Waking around 7.30, today was going to continue the party with the Love Bus bar tour of the West End. We hit the beach around 9 and after coffee at Chill Awhile, collapsed on the sunbeds and re-lived the previous days events.
The morning was restful, with occasional visitors to sell, sing or say hello.
The Love Bus was due to collect us around 2.30, so we left the beach around 1, got ready and went to the gate of I.A. for pick up. It’s weird how things work, but within 10 minutes of getting to the gate, my stomach decided it didn’t want to go out and play and within 40 seconds I was back in the room. So that was that. Fortunately Bob came along for a visit and hearing my sorry tale, disappeared to forage through Cindy’s 'bag'. Cindy is amazing, not just for her dancing, partying, humour and general huggableness, but she brings to Negril everything her and Bob need, including the kitchen sink. She has this magic bag which we both remembered from our previous holiday, which contains almost everything to make you feel better if you feel ill. A couple of tablets later and I was beginning to feel much better. Bob and Cindy invited us to their place for dinner, which was wonderful. They are great hosts and by late afternoon, the sky had cleared and the sea was much calmer and we were able to take in another wonderful sunset.
Thursday started like the day before, although by now the bar staff at Chill Awhile started calling our first two Red Stripes of the day, ‘two English breakfast’. Hey, we’re on holiday, there’s nothing wrong with beer at 9.30 in our world.
We ate fruit from Tilly, who is one of the most wonderful beach people you will ever want to meet and I took time to chill with Django, a really nice guy who runs a little beach stall next door at Charela Inn.
We met with Bob later in the day and arranged to meet at the Canoe Bar for the webcast and for Rasta Stan’s birthday. It’s enough to say that it was another great get together. Stan is a lovely guy and Betty his wife is a joy to talk to. Lots of familiar faces, Stan ate cake and we both sang with the band. (although he seemed to pull back a bit and let me get on with it)
We’ve got loads of photo’s from this party, but I’m afraid to say there’s a great deal of nudity and shameful behaviour going on, so I can’t show them! ()
