A trip reports of sorts

[irieworld]

three beers later on the last leg of the drive I really had to stop for a restroom break. I asked Alfred if he knew of anywhere and also told him I thought I could make it to Negril if I had to. He sort of scratched his head and mumbled but kept driving. I didn't know if we were going to stop or not and gritted my teeth prepared to hold it. Soon he pulled off the road onto a dirt lane and parked in a secluded parking area and pointed me down a path. The first thing I noticed was the bird life--nature was super present. I ended up at a little tiki hut bar/restaurant and met the lovely owner. I was so thrilled to be at half moon-- I have wanted to visit for years. I had a nice chat, ordered a rum punch and headed for the bathroom. Here is some poetry from the ladies room stall.