I was supposed to go spear-fishing with Vincent on Thursday morning, but he had some issues with his boat, plus Roger also was not available, so another sea captain named Mike took me out, and I caught a garfish, the biggest fish of the trip.

On the way back, I was in my usual routine, stopping in at the first jerk-barrel guy who had chicken ready, and this time it was Blue Dandy. I had my spear gun with me – every five seconds a local asks if he can please have it when I depart -- so I thought I would try to do some more spear-fishing in front of Canoe Bar, where I had rented snorkel gear before. But this time, the lady at Canoe had no idea what I was talking about when I asked about a mask and fins – bewildering, but I’ve learned through the years not to let ANYTHING surprise me in Negril.

Still had the itch, so I headed to Xtabi, where they had lots of snorkel gear, but as things turned out, the ocean was a bit too wavy and cloudy, and I couldn’t see much. I’ve probably met 100 people who say they’ve enjoyed snorkeling off the Cliffs, but I’ve barely ever seen a darn thing out there, and I’ve tried it a lot.

On the way back to Seastar Inn, I saw Nicky on a scooter with another tourist. She ignored me, this from a woman who had once said she loved me!

At Seastar Inn, I heard a voice call out: “Ya mon, gerryg123.” It was Luciano. I couldn’t believe it. He had not shown up for the New Year’s Eve concert a week earlier, but I guess they worked it all out, as I heard he was not available because of travel issues. The legendary reggae singer (this is the one time where I don’t use the word “legendary” lightly) has apparently developed a strong friendship with Seastar Kimbo, who says he even sometimes hosts Luciano in his own home in Canada, and together they were hanging out on the porch right next to me. At one point, the maids came to my room, and I told then Luciano was next door, and they got all giddy and scuttled over to say hello.