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

[gerryg123]

You should def look into getting a little place down there, you will never stop going so u might as well.

What about the title of this report???

[Lady Jane]

you really are a kind spirit. I enjoy all of your travels and insight ~ i love out of town bakery! Colin ... Hes a class act.
When u say gerry g 123 yah mon in your videos, it cracks me up everytime. You should def look into getting a little place down there, you will never stop going so u might as well.
Thanks for sharing, your a funny man.

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[Lady Jane]

Dat mean you are going to live in Negril G123? No more ashes, the fire isn't going to go out, coz you are not leaving?

[gerryg123]

Guess we'll have to wait till end of report to find out!

[Lady Jane]

[gerryg123]

Here's a video of a nice day on the ocean, snorkeling with Vincent and Roger ....

[Fun in the sun]

There is always another chapter ! I do not think that you could ever NOT go to jamaica! It is in your bones!! I do like how you say that we have to keep reading to find out.
I would like to be like you when I grow up! LOL
It will be very intresting to see how this trip ends!

[Vince]

Trip report ROCKS!!~Pics and videos to mix it up,YA MON!!!!

[gerryg123]

I am having a lot of fun. It's Sunday morning, and an early highlight was reheating my Jerk chicken from Season to the Bone from last night. Sweet, spicy food tastes really good after getting into meditation mode. I am down to my third raft (one is at Xtabi and another is at Seasplash, plus from friend from Kentucky, MaryJayne, left Seastar Inn the day before my arrival and had bequeathed to me a blue bonus raft), and I toted my raft to Westender Inn.

On the way to Westender, a cab had broken down because of a flat tire, and the interesting part was a British passenger was fixing the tire as the cabbie observed.

"It's all part of the experience," the tourist said.

What the heck, I even tried to help out, and I know nothing about fixing tires.

I returned just before 11 a.m., and a bunch of Seastar Inn guests were piling into the hotel van for the morning ride to the beach -- Brasi and his sons included. They were going to Bourbon Beach.

Juli missed the bus, so I volunteered to take her down on my motor scooter, and she surprisingly agreed! We headed to Bourbon Beach (the big football game was on the TV, and Brazzz is a big Redskins fan), and on the way down we bumped into Marko.

I met Kevin, the owner at Bourbon Beach, and he was a great guy, very accommodating. However, a big security guard named Shane, a really young guy, needs to improve. Between Brasi and I, we tipped him a total of 10 dollars to watch our stuff on the beach -- "My whole vacation is in that bag," Brasi said -- but the guard was kind of aloof and simply would not pay close enough attention.

Also, the jerk chicken was so-so and the pizza had the typically bad Jamaica crust, despite the fact I asked in advance if the pizza was typical Negril and they said no it's homemade. Not good. I am VERY picky about my pizza. Just my humble opinion, folks. I give almost everyone I meet a thumbs up, but I gotta keep it real.

Just then, my cell phone rings, and it's Margi, the expat I had met the day before at Westender who had gone out of her way to let me know she was single! She says she wants to come meet me. Ding ding ding!!!!

[VVHT]

Gerry,

Very Very Good Stuff! Keep it coming!! Ding ding ding!! LMAO

Enjoy,

VVHT