Friday, Jan. 10. My last full day in Negril. I shook off the depression the best way I know how – with a big plate of left-over pasta with lobsters tails for breakfast. I went to Seasplash to meet Vincent, and we had a great morning pon the ocean. A couple from Tingilayas way up on the Cliffs had come along with us, and they said they loved it up there with a very private cottage and a private chef.

Never set foot on the grounds myself but always wanted to. Snorkeling is a good way to meet peeps and find out about where they stay and if it’s a good place or not.

I went to Ahh Bees again, and this time it was a long wait. Ahh Bee wasn’t there, the server said he was "taking a shower." I asked if they could cook without him, and she said ya mon, but now that I look back I think she lied to me and simply waited for Ahh Bee to come back to begin preparing my meal. I waited for more than hour to finally be served.

In the meantime, I had my scissors and my stack of Red Lion, and I went to work.

I met fellow boardies from Canada (where else?) who recognized me. At one point, the two hottest Jamaica ladies I had ever seen in my life walked in with a tourist or expat, not certain, but they were exceptionally beautiful, that’s for sure.

Then a fresh-dressed local showed up on a motorcycle with a two-year daughter on his lap – something you would never see in USA but common on the island. He asked if I wanted hash, and I said no, but he still tossed a big ball of it on my table, hoping I would have a change of heart. I saw Negril Bill again. He lives a couple of doors down from Sharks next door. Back at Seastar Inn, I had ice cream, then went down the hill to visit Marko for a bit, then back to Seastar Inn for a swim.