http://www.negril.com/discus/message...41/276001.html
Maybe this will work
http://www.negril.com/discus/message...41/276001.html
Maybe this will work
I to went to Negril the 1st time in mid 70's air fare from Miami was $96 round trip exchange rate $2.10j for $1.00us Gas over $5.00j for a liter.
Rooms at George's across from Tensing Pen about $6.00j Fish Sandwich at Miss Mary's at the roundabout $1.00j and countless soon come mon Red Stripe $2.00j.
Nights were black dark, and much more.
I have photo from 82 I can post.
Was the exchange rate the official exchange rate or the black market rate? When I first went to Negril, there was no black market in currency, but after a while, probably because the government was messing with the money and exchange rate, there was booming business in money exchanging.
Please post your photo from '82.
Thank you, Bob for the link and the pictures and story. Also for telling me about what happened to President, a very nice guy without a mean bone in his body. I never went into that cave, although I remember President talking about it and asking me if I wanted to go visit it. I have never been one to want to go into caves.
The only cave that I was in did not have a name, although from reading this board a bit, I suspect that it is what is now called Pirate's Cave. There was a spot on the cliffs, not too far down the road past the Yacht Club, where one could jump into the water and then to get back up on the cliff, you had to swim into the cave and work your way up until you came out a small hole on the surface.
I was only in that cave twice. I am afraid of heights and do not like to be around things like the edge of the cliffs. But I was over checking the site out and decided to go ahead and jump off to see what it was like. I found that there was plenty of water where one landed so it was safe in that way and that it was not difficult to climb out of the cave.
On my second attempt I threw caution to the wind and went for the most extreme swan dive that I manage, throwing myself up and out with my arms back, just like I had seen the cliff divers of Acapulco do on Television. It worked out well because I had plenty of time to bring my arms in front of my head and I hit the water almost perfectly perpendicular to the water's surface. Thinking about it afterwards, I thought that if I had done a more modest dive, aiming for the surface of the water, instead of jumping up and out, I would have probably over rotated and slammed at least my legs if not my back on the water. It was just the joy of being in Jamaica and the beauty of the spot that gave me the courage to do that dive. I never tried it again and when I checked it out later, I wondered what had gotten into me to try to do such a thing.