It's early Saturday morning in Negril, and the wind has picked up a bit -- that's bad news because it's too choppy to snorkel/spearfish, so I have to figure out another way to occupy myself.
Since I was awake and ready to do something, I decided to start up the motor bike and cruise down the hill, past Rockhouse and the little shops across the way, past Canoe (I waved to Kirby, who was making coffee), past the strip of hotels on seven mile, past Long Bay, all the way to the RIUs -- that's where I first started in Negril about 12 years ago. I like to tell folks I graduated from the RIU!
I returned to Seastar Inn and hung with Brasi and few others for a bit, then made my way to Westender to visit with Negril Bill, who works there. There were four expat ladies from the USA hangin' out at Westender Inn, and it was fascinating getting to know them. All of them had fallen in love with young Rasta men, and wow did they have some stories, mostly good but a few bad ones, too. One of them was single, a nice lady from New Hampshire named Margi (wants to be in report), and we made loose plans to maybe hook up later. She is blonde with dreadlocks, and her beautiful hair intrigued me.
Back at Seastar Inn again, Juli was hangin' out. She's a beautiful boardie with a great spirit, and she, Brasi, CaptainD and myself have been spending a lot of time together. In the afternoon, I made my way towards Rick's Cafe, not to check out the divers and tourists but to buy a nice plate of roadside Jerk from Season to the Bone, a young local who cooks a mean chicken.
I took a little rest, preparing for the big Saturday night party at Seastar Inn. I have a feeling it's going to be a great night.
