Well, that was quite a nice and real post Gerry.
A lot of people feel the same way.
Well, that was quite a nice and real post Gerry.
A lot of people feel the same way.
You're becoming enlightened, Gerry. I think when we reach a certain age, and also with the loss of a parent/parents, we start to reexamine our lives and start to "transition." It's a good thing! I've enjoyed your trip report and like the new and improved Gerry.
There's a time when everyone gets over the drama of relationships. I am glad you found your center my friend.
Some people were born in the wrong century....I was born in the wrong country!
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Glad to hear Gerry.
Bless
Linston's Zion Hill Taxi
Captain Dave
You nailed it Gerry... When or where else can you really just stop and 'reflect'... Back home it's all go go go or all routine- no time for that. Negril... you have all day to think about nothing or everything...
I always come back a better person and more focused...
GerryG,
About the only good thing about getting old is that you do get smarter!!
Respect,
TedP
The service is so hit and miss in Negril, even at my favorite places. I ordered french fries at Seasplash, and even though the property was nearly empty, the order took a full hour to arrive. Interestingly, at one point one of the servers said my fries would be up in “two or three more minutes,” but it was still a half-hour from that point.
I didn’t care. I was living it up on one of the most beautiful beaches in the world, enjoying the ocean and ogling all the beautiful girls.
I returned to Seastar Inn and hung out for a bit with regular-guest Kimbo and Kevin. Soon I was hungry again and ordered a plate of spaghetti, my favorite entree. I took a swim in the pool and made my back to my room, took a nice long nap, then returned to the bar, where I visited with fattyontherock and Captain D, a 72-year old who loves to regale me about stories of old Negril.
Captain D is staying two doors down from me. He’s a very nice man, and he so enjoys socializing. It was about 8:30 p.m. when I motored down to Hi-Lo for supplies, and I was shocked the place had closed down so early. On the way back, I stopped in at No Limit Bar, where I again saw the beautiful tourist from Virginia with her dad. I have nicknamed her Ms. Virginia, and she smiles widely whenever I call her by that name. She and her father are staying at Sunset Inn.
At No Limit, we watched the end of an NFL game. I had a big container of fruit punch to bring back to my room – when you mix it with JB overproof, the drink goes down like water – and the ensuing hours were spent going back and forth between my room and the bar, chatting with fattyontherock and Kevin and Garrett. The dog came to visit with us in my room, and we drank a lot according to my extensive notes that I update every few hours so I don’t forget anything.
I’ve done a series of Trail of Ashes reports, and folks seem to like them. But if I don’t take notes, it’s easy to forget the little details. The way things work, I usually steadily fall behind in reporting as the days move on, then finish once I get back, like I’m doing now. This gives me a chance to relive my vacation all over again, and that’s a good benefit, having discovered negril.com and remaining loyal to this site despite the occasional personality clashes that present themselves on open forums on the Net.
Oh, and keep coming back because I have lots of videos in the usual ya-mon style that folks seem to enjoy. The best is yet to come. Ya mon, ya mon, ya mon.
Play on 123... play on
Gerry, nice touch with the vulnerability and inventory checklist. Much the antithesis of chow chow. Floating in coves and off the beach will do that for a person immersed in Negril. Enjoying your report so far, ya mon.
Turned down booty call....
Went to Church....
Becoming enlightened...
So long Seastar Hello Negril yoga centre!!!
Just razzin ya Gerry! Good luck on your Journey. Maybe now is the time to grow up. Me, I think ill wait a few more years!! lol
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