Gerry G's TRAIL OF ASHES TOUR Final Chapter -- The Mighty Californian's return

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Margi soon arrived and joined all of us at Bourbon Beach.

Here was the scene: It was Brazzz and his two teen sons watching the NFL game; Juli being pampered by a local worker who was beautifying her eyebrows (why, I don't know because you should never mess with perfection!); a group of fellow tourists enjoying the sun (including a topless European lady, bam!); the oversized but clueless security guard; and of course myself, the Mighty Californian indulging in subs one after the other.

I don't think you could point to anyone who was not having a great time. But you know me -- I am always on the go go go. Margi, a sweet soul who is utterly artistic with a love for nature and trees and animals (a Vegan) and that sort of stuff, jumped on the back of the scooter with me, and like someone squishing a watermelon seed we busted out of there, hit the open road, and pushed it to full throttle (40 mph) to Half Moon Beach.

Half Moon was just as lovely as ever. When it's a bit windy and choppy on seven-mile, it's usually calm at Half Moon, located about 10 miles towards Green Island and Lucea.

We had the place to ourselves, and it was bliss. We frolicked in the water, enjoyed a red stripe or two, and of course told each other our life stories with all the dramatic twists and turns. There is a special bond between Negril tourists, a mutual love of Jamaica that brings you close in a flash. A day together in Negril can form a life-long friendship quicker than you can say: "gerryg123, ya mon!"

We had a nice time. God I love Negril.