Okay, so short story about the people enjoying Catcha at the same time we were. It was 4 couples. Three couples who were about our age, and one older couple. This older guy had to be the most obnoxious azzhole I’ve ever come across… he totally thought he was funny, and he totally wasn’t! I wanted to slap him on more than one occasion!

Our first viewing of them was at 9:30 in the morning puffing away on their ganga like noone’s business. And we certainly didn’t care, but this is all they did, all day long, every freaking day! They also kept a High Times magazine out by their chair. Really… can you say cliché! Ugghhh! My point being…. If you gotta smoke that stuff ALL DAY LONG, it can’t be that good! Step outside of the green gates, and get you some good stuff! BUT please step outside of the green gates!!!! These people claimed their outside “real estate” (as they called it) and kept their towels in their chairs all damn week! They left their cigarettes on the ground and their beer bottles lying around. It was disgusting and rude, and it seriously made me feel bad for the folks who had to clean it up daily! It actually embarrassed me, because they were American and so was I. I hated having that kind of representation in this beautiful place! Also, sad thing is they were Southerners, and we know better!!!!! IRKERS!!!!

So, I’m done with that rant….

After breakfast, Gary and I ran across the street to Wise Choice. Marley had told me this place would have everything we could possibly need. She was so right! I love these types of stores. We used to have stores like that around here. Thanks WalMart… you have successfully destroyed the corner store! We got our beer, and our water, and some chips, a Ting, and a phone card. Thankfully, the sweet lady at the register fixed my phone up for me. I simply asked how to do it, and she gladly just did it for me. Another plus for JA! Customer service with a real smile! Paying for our stuff was kinda funny, we still had no JA dollars, so we were paying in American. She showed us how she got our amount, and we were like Dumb & Dumber… “Okay” is all we could say. It was kinda comical at the time.

We go back over to Catcha, and enter thru the green gates. I felt so special every time I went thru those green gates.Maybe I’ll put some green gates at my driveway (grin). We packed our cooler and headed south to the pool and the Caribbean from the cliffs. We parked our asses in some chairs…. drank some Red Stripes…. and enjoyed our day!

So afternoon came and it was time for us to get dressed to head to Canoe. I got in touch with RastaDave and he offered to come get us on their way to Canoe. Totally cool. I can’t believe how trusting we all are in Negril, because I promise I wouldn’t ride with anyone in America that I haven’t met face to face. I had spoken to RastaDave on the phone before so I knew his yankee voice . Gary & I were sitting at the gate waiting on RastaD to show up. We hear a car pull up outside those lovely green gates and Mr. Lewis opens the door only enough so that he can check to see who it is. And there it was… the undeniable yankee accent. I hugged him, totally excited to meet him in person. Gary & I hopped in the back of the cab, we met his sweet wife Lynette, and we were off.


Just a fantastic picture! Sorry my computer is such a piece of crap that I don't have enough space to get some good editing software.
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My best friend... I adore this picture
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