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

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It's weird the thoughts that race through your head the last hour you're in Jamaica -- and not sure if you'll ever be back.

Like an injured baby, I was swathed in One Love, as Brasi and Guirigay spent the last moments with me, sitting at the Seastar Inn as I hurried my last meal, took care of all the little details including paying my food/drink/incidental bill -- only 300 bucks for 12 nights, not bad -- and de-contaminating all my clothes and pockets.

A HUGE part of me did not want to go. If I was a millionaire, I would have said something like: "Clarity and Marley and the others are coming? I can't leave now, I owe it to myself and all the negril.com readers to stay (yeah, right, lol)."

But I missed my two daughters, and I had a life out there in the USA waiting for me. I had only called home a couple of times the whole trip, selfishly dedicating nearly every waking moment to "me" time.

Leroy from Clives arrived right on time. Goodbye, Negril. I will miss you.