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

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Garrett at Seastar Inn gave me the keys to his scooter and said to have fun. He rents it out ocassionally to guests, and it's a great deal because you have the power of Chris from Seastar's fairness if something bad happens. I filled up the tank at the same gas station near the rouhdabout with the same nice worker who still remembers the incident three trips ago when a teen on a motorcycle loosely threatened to "put a gun to my head and pull the trigger" if I didn't donate some gas to him (I shrugged him off, but I will always remember Bentley saying later: "If a Jamaican says he will do something, he WILL do it!"

This time, the coast was clear. In fact, it's a couple of days later now and I haven't had any hassles at all. Negril folks are SO nice.

I motored up to see Banton, a local bar keep who I've befriended through the years, and as usual Banton was in a great mood. Like a lot of business owners, he is really hurtin. But at least Banton has Keith, my friend from Philly who takes care of a lot of the rastas on the block. Keith is a former Wall Street Whiz kid who has retired here, and we have great fun together when we're on the island at the same time.

Keith emerged with a big smile. We've missed each the past couple of trips. It was my first day, like I said, so I didn't have much time, plus it started to rain pretty hard, so I quickly jumped on the motor scooter and headed back to Seastar Inn.