After a long night of partying on Friday, I woke up to a beautiful day on Saturday just in time to go spear-fishing. This time, Mike from Memphis came with me. I picked him up on the scooter in front of Seasplash (missed him at first and had to turn around, I was too focused), and I was surprised that Mike got the hang of it pretty good. He didn’t quite catch anything, but he was close.
I filled up with gas, met Charlie and few other yardies for breakfeast at Sea Star Inn, and then decided to round up a little posse to head to Roaring River and Blue Hole. Percy, Charlie’s private driver/errand person, drove us. We made a right at the roundabout, up the hill through Sav La Mar, and soon enough we were close to Roaring River. I called my old friend, Robert, who would guide through the hustlers to the Blue Hole – NOT to be confused with the blue hole at Brighton, which is a joke in comparison.
There is a little road that leads up to the Blue Hole in Roaring River, kind of a tough drive but oh so worth it. The place was spectacular and has been built up with better steps. The Indian lady that used to run the place is no longer around. We all jumped in the water and had a blast.