We carry on for some time after Scooter Team Bravo and the Doppelgangers have left. We are well past knowing we are dealing with some extraordinary people here. Future talk starts to enter the conversation. The first seeds of return are planted. Family planning and its impact on the future are discussed. By this point Bentley has joined us. I think that only on Bentley’s deck in Negril could the conversation have swerved in the directions it did. Apparently Bentley is something of a fertility god and has offered his services as a backup plan to a few of our bale. It’s all in the soup from what I understand. The whole episode left Sweetie Pie “Hankering for some conch!” She continues to hanker for some conch to this day, thank you ladies…
As things start to wind down Bentley grabs me and pulls me to the kitchen. “$15,000 for everything,” he says, “You collect it, OK?” Yeah, baby! I’ve been enlisted! What a strange feeling, to be honored to help at a dining establishment. That is exactly how I feel.
As we’re pulling together the bill we talk about what to do. We could call the taxi that dropped us off, he said he’d come back for us and left his card. I mention that we’re a couple of hundred yards up the lane from Pee Wees, one of the great bars of the world. I go on and on about their Pina Colada, the second best one I’ve ever had after the Caribe Hilton in San Juan where it was invented. I remind folks we had met Perrell, Pee Wees son and the current operator of the bar, on the pub crawl and he had invited us to come by for a drink. I am apparently relentless and eventually successful. We say happy and heartfelt farewells to Bentley and head down the lane. I am sure every one of us will be back. Maybe next time I’ll set the table….
Before we leave I ask Katho to take a shot of the phone/power pole across from Bentley’s. I had tried to get a good shot of this Steampunk/Post-Industrial masterpiece on our last visit and was defeated by the lighting. Katho gets a decent shot but we’ve had a laugh about it since we returned. Next time we’ll get it right with a tripod and a low light long exposure shot. Yep, gonna have to come back…
