Thanks for the link!Originally Posted by VVHT
Thanks for the link!
this thread is absolutely terrific!!
wish I could've experienced the old Negril
meeting Linda M would've been the icing on the cake!
my window faces the south
On January 28, 1986 G and I went down to the beach from the yard to get the boats ready to rent.
As soon as we got there Eleanor came up and said "did you hear the American shuttle blew up"
Only 27 years ago but it stands out in my mind
Linston's Zion Hill Taxi
Captain Dave
Linston's Zion Hill Taxi
Captain Dave
Captaind The People at the Negril Sands made me pay Twice for that Buffet....and it was worth it!
Piggymon...YES! That stretch of highway between DC and the PA Turnpike could get very cold, dark, and lonely. I had an experience finding myself off the main highway somewhere in Georgia around 1970 that could be the opening scene for a movie.
A girlfriend and I hitchhiked from Miami to Pittsburgh after a quick trip to Negril. The after the first day of hitchhiking, our ride ended north of Jacksonville but south of the Georgia state line. It was dark and late and there was little traffic, so we simply climbed over the fence that bordered Interstate 95 and put down our sleeping bag on the pine needles under the big pine trees. There were a lot of mosquitos so we pulled our heads under the covers in the bag, even though it was a bit warm and stuffy in there. When day broke, all was fine with me, but my girlfriend had managed to stick her head and one arm out of the bag and everywhere her skin was exposed she was covered in mosquito bites. It looked terrible and I am sure it must have itch terribly, but she did not complain much about it.Captaind The People at the Negril Sands made me pay Twice for that Buffet....and it was worth it!
Piggymon...YES! That stretch of highway between DC and the PA Turnpike could get very cold, dark, and lonely. I had an experience finding myself off the main highway somewhere in Georgia around 1970 that could be the opening scene for a movie.
Piggymon, I talked to Jason when I was in Negril last week, and when I mentioned your screenname Piggymon, he said "Oh Piggy!", so he believes he knows who you are. He did tell me one story about you having to run out of Negril back in the day. I didn't have my computer with me to show him your picture, unfortunately. Just wanted to let you know I finally got to tell him about you!
Cool Breeze, JamericanNC! Good old, Jason! It is funny thinking about him being all grown up. Thank you for passing along my good wishes to him and for letting me know that he still remembers me. His father, Steve, and I had some neat adventures together, not just in Jamaica, but in South America as well. Steve was an amazing character. I remember when he was knocked off a little motorcycle on the beach road doing about 60 mph. He was wearing nothing but a bathing suit and flip-flops. Steve skidded, slid, and tumbled down the tarmac for quite some distance before coming to rest on the grassy shoulder. The surface of the road that that time resembled an extremely rough rasp, and Steve had road rash all over his body, particularly on the palms of his hands and the sides of his feet. While Steve laid in the grass, the Jamaican motorcyclist who Steve ran into, and his buddy, ran into the bush, grabbed a couple of sticks and administered corporal punishment to Steve for causing the wreck. Steve probably did cause the wreck since he was high Mandrax and rum at the time of the accident. Steve had a rough recuperation period, because he could not lay in any position without his oozing road rash becoming stuck to his sheets. But recover he did and went on to buy himself some much bigger and more powerful motorcycles later. He also was thrown over a wall by Big Al on the cliffs and tore the heck out himself on the jagged rock, but the miracle was that he managed to not die in the process. Whenever and however he died, as the old blues song goes, he had his fun. In fact, he had several lifetimes of fun and agony. I am sure that he did not go gentle into that good night.
Yes, I did have to leave Negril under somewhat shall we say less than ideal circumstances. That old concrete jail back behind the police station across from the Yacht Club was not the most secure in the world. They must not have let that concrete cure properly, but that is not really unexpected. If they had known how close they came to snagging me, they would be gnashing their teeth. It makes a hell of a story, but one that I can tell very few people.
Do they have a statute of limitations act in Jamaica? I actually slipped back into and out of town a few times afterwards, but discretion being the better part of valor, I decided to let things cool off for a while. Do you think 40 years is long enough?
wow... this is great stuff... our first trip was in 1985 so we have memories of an undeveloped Bloody Bay, but YOUR stories and photos? ... amazing.
Love love love it... Thanks to all of you for sharing...
Love the stories from the 1970s. I shared about my experience and photos on a post entitled Le Mirage.
The town was very sleepy. I have a great photo of downtown Negril--a pig lounging about in 1977. It appears from the lettering that the store that printed the photo reversed the image--funny.
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