I spent most of the afternoon hanging out with Kevin from Norway, my yardie friend. He stays long-term and loves Negril, and we like to listen to old-school rock together – a nice change of pace from old-school reggae and electronic new-Jamaica music.

I often bond with a Seastar Inn yardie, and to this day former hotel neighbors like Brasi and Tattoo Charlie remain good friends. Kevin is that guy this trip. He loves everything Negril and so do I.

It was Chickster’s last night, so we all went to Catcha Falling Star for the bon voyage – the Canadian and his girlfriend, Kevin and myself. Nichollette was our waitress, as always. She has a good attitude and unique smile with a little space between her front teeth. We dined on pasta dishes washed down with rum punches, and a fellow boardie was at the next table and recognized me, so we all hung out together toasting drinks and puffing ganja under the moonlight. There was a nice breeze as the waves touched onto the Cliffs, just a perfect Jamaica evening.

It was getting late by the time we returned to Seastar Inn, but the night was just getting started. I slid Shaky a 20 to run up to the corner for another bottle of JB Overproof, and a few of us eventually gathered in room 14 for some more drinks and laughs before eventually calling it a day.

I slept well, dreaming of the ocean and riding through the cliffs and enjoying jerk chicken and kissing beautiful girls.