My Negril Memory Is.....Arriving at the MoBay airport in the mid 80's....Finally getting through customs,finally get our bags and walk outside to the hot,hot Jamaican sun and going to the round bar by the parking lot for my first Red Stripe......I have officially arrived.
My Negril memory is......Riding to 7 mile and stopping at the Lollipop bar to go pee and get a beer,right on the water. The others in the bus cry...Hurry,huury we have to get to the hotel.We just laugh and say you're in Jamaica now man,relax.
My Negril memory is......I had met someone through Trip Advisor who told me about Catcha,she was going to stay at Bannana Shout right next door but the week before me,dang I'm going to miss hooking up with her & her husband....In the middle of the week I get a message,her son who was married and with a small child had suddenly died and she had to go home????
His name was Joe.So I decided to give Joe a proper Negril sendoff since he had been here and loved it like his mom.I got a big leaf and wrote Joe on it,had a beer with some of Negrils finest vegetable products for me & Joe..... Walked down to the cliffs and threw the leaf into the sea. I took a photo first and sent it to my friend. It's a Negril thing ya know ?
1969. Running a ship out of Kingston. Five days off and one of my crew wants to go visit a cousin in the "West"
No hotels (well, one or two), a beach covered with coconut palms, no electricity.
Pure relaxation...
Linston's Zion Hill Taxi
Captain Dave
Fredstripe thats a really great story and probably the best send off to the other side i can think of. Respect!
My best memory is my secound trip i met my friend Nicko. He invited us to his house where his mom cooked us fresh fish he had caught that morning. then we sat on his roof and enjoyed some local vegitation. I have met up with him every trip since.
The time; Late 80's
Local friend Ray.
Place; T-water Hangin' out, drinking (surprise)
Old man comes up and asks Ray to fill a bottle with sea water. (??)
Ray: "no problem" goes and fills bottle. Comes back sits down contiunes drinking.
I ask, "What's up with that, Do you know that guy?"(rude, dumb-ass American)
Ray says "No",
I ask "Why Did you do it"?
Ray... "Because He Asked" Respect... (I must have missed alot in life until then)
Jah Bless Ray and all that Jamaica has to teach!!
I like the original nude bar at the beach at Hedo Marko...
Our 1st trip to Hedo in the mid 80s'......We go to the prude beach for 3 days...Every time I look over to the nude beach,they are dancing/singing/bodypainting......Im intimidated....I finally say to my wife we have to go over there,its more fun....
So we walk over there and I act like John Wayne,been there done that nude thing....But,when I take off my bathing suit they see my white bunny tail ass and know it's never seen the sun....
I tell her to go to the bar and get us a drink,she says NO WAY you go.....So I go and sure enuf......This girl naked with HUGE ones is next to me and Im trying to look at my toes so....
You know.....Run back to the chair with the drinks.
I wanted to go fishing,so I hired the local fisherman from Bloody Bay...Forgot his name...He was like 60 years old but had a physique of a man 30 years old from fishing the sea....I asked him how long has he been a fisherman????
He said four motors,after this one dies I retire...He measured his life by the motors he burnt out.We fish with 2 old poles and handlines....He tells me to PULL the line PULL the line I see nothing but pull in the line....I have a nice Alabacore tuna and fish like they did 100 years ago,the waves are splashing into my face,Im drinking Red Stripe at 7am and the salty sea goes into my mouth......He drops me off,I give him one fish and take the other and walk down the beach with my catch like Im Hemmingway.....
I drop off the fish to the chef at Riu Trop and come back for lunch and while the others are fighting at the buffet table I walk up to the chef(tip him) and walk back with my catch as they all look and say"where did he get that"???????
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