Our dinner done, we made quick pit stop to freshen up and we headed to the door only to discover it is now pouring rain. Oh well, guess we will be getting wet. At least it is warm out. Our waitress grabs our attention and tells us to just wait here, that this fellow will give us a ride back to our hotel. Hmmm, I am not so sure about this. It must have shown on my face, because she adds an extra don't worry, you will be safe.

Decision time and I quickly run the variables. These webcast folks didn't look that scary and if the folks at Canoe weren't good people I don't think that they would have a webcast drawing tourists here. It is pouring rain and getting a red plate in the rain in the dark may be rough. Accepting the ride wins out. Sunshine's only concern through all of this? He hears the guy talking to the kitchen, telling him he will pick up his fries when he gets back. Sunshine's already decided we are in no danger; he just doesn't want this guys fries getting cold.

Our mystery driver runs out, gets the car and pulls right up so we don't get wet, which was really kind. We get into a vehicle that is absolutely not a red plate. Based on other vehicles I had observed in Negril, I would go so far as to call it a luxury ride. I asked if it would be alright to make a quick stop at Shamrocks (I need my morning OJ after all) and it is "No problem, man."

This fellow is very friendly and starts into a long tale that goes like this "Wah wah woh family wah, hill woh wah wah Jet Ski wah who wah." I think we are making progress, as at least I picked up a few words. To be fair, I am not sure he even said hill, but he pointed up in that direction, so I was guessing.

I admit I felt a bit defeated. I had been here for six days and I still didn't understand the ENGLISH that people are speaking to me. Thankfully, it seemed not to bother our ride that the conversation was slightly one-sided. I think at some point, I pieced together Booby Cay and tell them Kirby sent you. So, whoever our ride might have been, sorry we weren't much on conversation. Thank you for getting us home in the pouring rain.


After our quick stop, we were at the gates to Rooms. I had already tucked cab fare in my pocket, so I offered it to our ride. He shrugged like we were slightly slow, which I was beginning to believe was true, but he accepted our fare.

We dashed back to our room and waited out the storm with a sub and a good book. As the weather seems to do in Negril, the rain didn't last all that long.

Yet again, we capped our night drinking red stripe with our feet in the water. Sunnyside was well used to our routine by now and they were pulling nothing but the coldest Red Stripe for us. When he boarded up, we took it as a sign that it was time to head in.

Another day in paradise, come and gone. Tomorrow, we are will be at the dreaded last full day.