We’re on the road to Negril, pulling out of Mo Bay and I’m ten kinds of jacked up with a cocktail of adrenaline and ephedrine and pheromones and probably just about every physiologically produced stimulant there is. And I’m drinking, and I seem to be drinking quickly. Before we get to Lucea I’m past a sixer. “I can’t believe how GOOD I feel for a six pack!” “You look good for a six pack!” answers Marley.
I think we stop at a bar for a drink and bio break and I get my first Appleton and Ting of the week. God I love Appleton and Ting. It was perfect before the Rum and Ting and now it’s better. It seems perfection was being constantly improved upon all week.
Just around the corner, Bigga’s! We have been looking forward to this. I have shown Sweetie Pie pictures of Bigga and his never mussed white T-shirt. Unfortunately Bigga is not working tonight but the jerk is there. Spicy little jet black cubes of AMAZING pork. HOT sauce but not unbearable. Close, but bearable. I’m now in ecstasy mode.
All key ride in items accomplished we saddle back up for Negril. Things start to hit quickly after Lucea as we run through Orange Bay and Green Island. We’re watching the sun as we close in on Negril, it’s very low as we hit Bloody Bay. Chicken pulls over at a break in the trees at Long Bay Beach Park. We slide open the windows and catch our first sunset of the week. Sweetie Pie gets a couple of nice shots. What a sensation, all the excitement and pressing energy of FINALLY being there combined with the serene satisfaction of a gorgeous Negril sunset. A perfect way to arrive home…
