I woke up to an utterly beautiful morning on Thursday, one of those picturesque Caribbean scenes that look like a scene from a movie. I motored down to Seasplash to meet Famous Vincent, and this time there were four other snorkelers on the boat, all from Tensing Pen – a resort just up the road from Seastar that costs about 10 times as much per night.

Yes, the Tensing foursome had a view of the ocean, but they said they were miserable because of Tensing Pen’s very poor service and bad attitudes among the staff – a mild surprise considering the Cliff resort’s good reputation, but, like everything in Jamaica, totally believable.

Among the highlights of the excursion was spearing several nice fish. Also, there was a huge stingray we sighted that lay kind of nestled in the sandy bottom before swiveling away at the last moment.

I stopped at Smokey Joe’s jerk stand for a quick bite on the way home, then ran into Negril Bill, and we said our hellos with vague plans to hook up later in the week. I think he is gun shy cause last time we were together, I totally overdid it at the Jungle and at the ensuing after-party, and I remember he was bit wide-eyed about the whole thing.