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

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Thursday in Negril. Jungle night.

Good thing I didn't have spear-fishing quite so early at the usual 7 a.m., having pushed the starting time till 10 a.m. for a meetup with Vincent and Roger at Seasplash, as usual.

Nevertheless, I was up early. It's part of my routine that includes an afternoon nap, though on this reach I didn't nap much. I ran pretty much on adrenaline the whole time.

Seastar Inn makes a nice breakfast every morning that's free, including a big glass of OJ, plus continental stuff like muffins, bagels, cereal with milk, coffee, that sort of thing. Sometimes we order a little somethin' extra like an egg and bacon to make a little breakfast sandwich. I did so this morning.

Later I motored down the hill, enjoying the sights and sounds and smells. Past Rockhouse and BLue Castle on the left and No Limit Bar and then the school and Mi Yard on the right, through the Roundabout to Bourbon Beach.

Memphis Mike was in Room 9 upstairs, enjoying a great deal. Fifty per night with a 25 dollar food/drink credit every day. I flipped him some money in the beginning and kind of made Bourbon Beach my beach home, claiming so by leaving my greeen raft with one of the workers, Shagger ((I think that's the name), a cool Jamaican with a warm smile featuring gold teeth.