Back in the US and ready to finish this report, I know many are saying thank God!

The day after the Vow Ceremony we had scheduled a field trip for YS Falls and Floyds Pelican Bar with Rocky. He was perfectly on time, we asked him to bring a cooler for some adult beverages and plenty of wata to hydrate. Fist stop a small store next to the Burger King for Red Stripe, Rocky took me in and told the lady to take care of me, got a case of Red Stripe, a case of wata and some rum for the punch mix we picked up. Back out to the bus and then we went into Burger King to get the ice, Rocky mentioned that it was cheap and yes it was. About 20 pounds for $2.00 if I remember correctly. Load the cooler, dump the trash and we are on our way. Now Rocky's bus is a good size, could hold about 20-25 people in a pinch, there were only 6 of us so we stretched out and let recovery take hold of us from the previous day of fun. Rocky being the ever gracious host was giving us great details of the area, the little towns and so much history that it made the drive so interesting. the Mrs. and the Pilot Young Bull were fast asleep and a few others were on the verge of it. I got Rocky to put some tunes on and we began to jam out on some killer Reggae. The drinks began to flow and we got the party started again. My only complaint about the beautiful Island is that some of these roads are so BAD, it isn't funny. I had to be so careful making and distributing drinks, I was terrified that we would fall into one of those potholes, spill a drink and I would be forced to cry! Everyone began to loosen up and the stories began to fly and the hardcore teasing ensued. Nobody was left off on the jibes, there were no mercy rules either. You have to have a tough skin to make it in this group and everyone has earned their stripes today.

A Little ways up the road past a big resort on the way to YS Falls we came across a bad accident, it wasn't good and I'm sure that there were some serious injuries, Rocky made mention that the one vehicle was a route taxi and most likely caused the problem. I asked why he felt this way and he told us that up in this area the route taxi's tend to drive fast and with no regard to others on the road, he mentioned that they are better in Negril but when you get way out they tend to be more reckless. You could tell he was upset so we settled down for a little bit. After a few drinks/beers the ladies decided it was time for a bio break. We stopped at a little roadside gas station, just a single toilet so it took a while to cycle 6 of us through, get some munchies in the store and get back on the road. The party began to role again and Rocky informed us that we were about 45 minutes away from the falls. This brought laughter out because it seemed like whenever we asked about time or distance we were always 45 minutes away from something, I asked if that is Island time or real time. Finally we get there!

The falls are one of the most beautiful spots I have ever seen in the Caribbean. This is nature and God's work at their finest, it was just awe inspiring to see. When we get to the welcome area all the people working smile and yell to Rocky. This is a guy who knows how to treat people and because of that he has so many friends and mucho Respect from his fellow Jamaicans. We head over to the "transportation zone" to take the tractor ride up to the falls. It's early & slow so we are the only ones riding up, some more history lessons about the area and the spectacular trees that dot the property and we finally get there. As we leave Rocky informs us that he has hired 2 locals to guide us, take pictures and make sure we are safe. The guys (so sorry I forgot their names since it's been a month ago) are great, funny and making sure we have fun. Again they made sure we were safe and made sure we got the entire experience. They take us up to the top of the falls show us around and ask if we want to go off the rope swing about 10 feet in the air. The guys all jump on the offer but the girls were hesitant. Why you ask? Well two of the ladies (my wife and Mrs. Young Bull) have been enhanced and had concerns again about the flat tire issue (thanks Tizzy I like that term!) and the third (Mrs. Old Bull/Bride) can't swim a lick!!! After lots of prodding and peer pressure the ladies agree, a life vest was put on by our non-swimmer and the other two were given instructions to "hold on". One of the guides helped us with the rope while the other one went down below and took our cameras to get pictures of the fall, I mean jump. Instructions were given that we need to put on these blue rubber coated gloves to prevent slipping and when we hear the guide yell "NOW" we should let go and try to go straight in. We ask how deep it is, they tell us it's about 20-30 feet deep right there so everyone is at ease about falling out of the sky into the water. I go first, instead of standing on the edge where he instructs me I go up to the third step and fly, he yells NOW and I let go, pull my legs up and spin doing a backflip into the water. off goes my wife, she let go a little early due to slippage and ends up doing a belly flop with a snoot full of water. I check to make sure she (and they) is OK, help her to the side and wait for young bull. He sticks it perfectly, followed by his wife with a little cannonball type landing then old bull hitting the water like a pencil. Everyone was fired up, wanting a second jump but I realized Mrs. old bull was still up trying to get up the courage. I quickly made my way back up stream toward the falls so I could help, I thought that this might go South if she panicked. off she went, a scream rang out that like Tarzan made all the animals stop to listen and she hit HARD. I rushed to her, grabbed to life vest, rolled her on her back and pulled her to calm water. Old bull came in right away and comforted her, she was terrified, shed a few tears but we were all so proud of her for what she did. For the next 15 minutes the guys were like kids jumping, swimming back to the lad and running back to the rope, each time trying to outdo the last jump. I was the only dump one who did something more than let go and I began to feel it. Pictures will be posted later, I don't have the jump drive with me.

Now off to the top of the lower falls where you get to the edge, have wata that is 2 feet deep rushing past you, try to grip your toes on the slimy rocks and then jump off into a small area that is about 8 feet away and has deep water. I'm a very strong swimmer so I go first so I can help the others with this hard rushing water. I jump, hit the wata and get spit out towards the fall so damn quick I was stunned. I wait in an area that I could stand in for the next one. just about the same order and I was worried that the ladies would have trouble with the strong current. Everyone is safe, the guys all jump again and now it's off to the waterfall itself so we can climb into it and get pictures with the water beating down on us. Since I'm the bigger guy they put me in the "wall" first to anchor the team, the guide tells me to sit back and let the falls hit my head and shoulders. I do as I'm told and get the SH*T beat out of me but I can't act like my Mexican name "Pussito" and I just take it. Between the pounding of the water and almost drowning from the water coming over my face I wondered why we paid for this! Next comes Mrs. young bull and my wife I grab a hold of them and try to pull them in to me, both proceed to lose their tops (sorry no pictures this has to be PG-13) and I had to take another 3 minutes of abuse while they tucked back in. Then comes the other guys and finally our non-swimmer. Pictures were taken, death grips were held on each person and it was time to break the wall. It didn't take much more than me letting go of the ladies next to me and the rest of the group popping out. Young bull wanted in under the falls by me and a picture so again another 2 minutes of torture. By this time all I knew was I needed 3 to 8 drinks too dull the muscle soreness. We walk around the site for a while, swim in the mineral pool, get some pictures with our guides, some shopping in the gift store to get our kids hats/booty shorts and after a few hour visit we're off to the welcome area for a great meal with Rocky.

Lunch was great, jerk chicken and curried goat a few beers/drinks and we load up into the bus. We talk about the experience a few jabs were thrown out, a round of applause for Mrs. older bull for her fall off the rope and off to Floyds Pelican Bar. Once we get back out on the main street I casually ask Rocky how far to the boat launch, what does he say? 45 MINUTES, we all bust a gut again, mix up the drinks and enjoy the views. Sure enough this time it's a 45 minute ride to the spot that Rocky again has a friend waiting for us. We unload from the bus and there are numerous dogs running around. Now I know I will lose a few of you here but I have to say it. I'm not an animal lover, I don't mind them, I'm not Michael Vick toward them, but I just don't like them sniffing, licking or jumping on me. Now it doesn't matter where we go or how many people are in the group, I'm always the one that all animals come straight toward and it didn't stop here. no sooner had I got off the bus when I have 10 dogs surrounding me, jumping at me and slobber all over my legs and arms. The other six by this time are beside themselves, one of the ladies ran for the outhouse she was starting to pee herself she was laughing so hard. All I could do was haul ass to the boat and get in. For the next 10 minutes I was the butt of all jokes and I took it like a man. I was happy that I didn't snap and get PETA after me or the rest of the dog loving group I was with but I knew I was going to spent the boat ride out to the bar thinking of an exit strategy when we got back to shore!