Day 4 (cont).

So we have herded all of the turtles back on the bus and we are on our way home to Negril. Now typically when you go on a long and adventurous day trip, the ride back home is usually pretty quiet or uneventful as most people usually fall asleep or are just plain worn out from all of the fun…..well not THIS group, No Suh! If anything, they were MORE rowdy and loud and fun and playful on the ride back home.
The bus pulls out on the road from Black River and we take one last look at that amazing sunset.

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Then we crank up the tunes and the party bus moves down the road filled with happy turtles singing and laughing. Due to the roads, it is nearly impossible to play a cd so Chicken switches to the radio and we get a little dancehall going in the bus. It seems the turtles approve as everyone is singing and dancing along. But just about the time everyone got really into the music the radio just cuts off….and then of course there is a big AWWWWWWWWWWW that rings throughout the bus. That’s ok, as Chicken proves, it is nothing a hard BANG to the dash can’t fix! BANG! And yep, there we go….music once again! LOL Cheers ring out throughout the bus and the dance party continues. Now if you have ever listened to radio (or any music for that matter) in Jamaica then you know that they are big on the sound effects. Lots of horns and sirens and various other noises all throughout dancehall tracks. Probably one of the most familiar is the Air horn sound, it is played very frequently in dancehall tracks and tonight was no different. This noise made the turtles very happy. It was as if it was some instinctual mating call or something because every time the radio played it the turtles repeated the noise all in unison! HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKK!
I just remember laughing..then Chicken laughing….then everyone laughing. You would continue singing or talking or whatever and then there would be the horn again…..and then everyone, in unison….HOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKK! Then the radio would go out…..another BANG from Chicken and then the radio would be back on and soon another HOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNKK! LMAO

Right about that time the gang realized they had finished off all of the Red Stripes and they started to pipe up about it.

“Any more beer?”
“No”
“Are you sure”
“Yes”
“Did you check all of the coolers?”
“Yes, and none have beer”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes”

And this went on and on. So we made a stop at a rum bar. The turtles got off….took beer breaks, potty breaks and smoke breaks, every kind of break you can think of. This continued on several times until we reached Negril. It typically takes about 2.5 hours to reach YS or Black River from Negril, and I remember thinking it took us much longer to get there since it took us so long to actually get on the road that morning……but then I realized that was a breeze because I have no idea how long it took us to get home but I can guarantee it was WELL OVER 2.5 hours. It was definitely a long full day…..a long day FULL of fun! We finished off the ride by *attempting* to finish off the rum punch (aka gasoline). Rock star points go to Mrs. Spottycatz who I believe was the only one able to down some of that without choking! You go, girl! Even better than that, I think I recall her actually saying she liked it! Lol

So the bus finally rolls into Negril, I would say by now it was probably 9pm or later. The first stop was Seasplash to drop off Hubbity. At that point Hubbity invites everyone to join them for an evening at the Seasplash bar and just about everyone takes them up on that offer. However, I told everyone that since I had spent all day and night on Monday in my bathing suit, and then again all day today in my bathing suit, I was desperately looking forward to a nice shower and some actual clothes so I told the gang that Ninja and I would head back to Catcha to change and that we would meet back up with them after. So the bus headed back up the cliffs and we took Guirigay and Sweetiepie as well. They were tired and chose to return to their yard for the evening, so we dropped them off and then the bus headed back up to Catcha and dropped off Sweetness and Ninja and I. By this time it was 10pm and Ivan’s had just closed. Ninja was hungry and we realized we hadn’t eaten dinner so he decided to head down the road to Eddies to get some jerk while I took a much needed and anticipated shower. We figured we would eat and change and then if we felt up to it we would join the party down at Seasplash. That was the plan. But plans change….and sometimes you realize that maybe you make the decisions you make for a reason. We never made it to Seasplash that night, but I have no regrets for why. In fact, I am thankful that we made the decision to go back to shower that night because otherwise we would have been partying with everyone else and I could guarantee I would not have heard my phone ring when a friend called me.

The phone call was from Guirigay and Sweetiepie, they needed our help (and I will let them explain that story in their trip report: http://negril.com/forum/showthread.p...pened%E2%80%A6)
I am so glad we were there to answer their phone call, and after our showers and dinner, we headed over to the Seastar to hang with them and have some drinks and conversation to finish out our night. We never made it to Seasplash, and though I heard the next day that we missed out on quite the party that night, I was not sad at all about our decision to go back and shower. Everything happens for a reason and I think we were in the right place that night and for that I am thankful.