I stayed at Mrs. Rubys in 69 and 70. The flight from Miami was $56. round trip and the exchange rate was .80 to $1. US.
The Reef was spectacular back then. I enjoyed seeing the Conch Shell hill in the beach photo. That is something that we don't see much of any more. You are spot on about Mrs. Ruby. She was like a mom to so many of us young travelers.
Wow, Nick, I am a Johnny Come Lately compared to you. I remember being woke up by Bosco or A'Bosco, an older guy who had a house next door to Tip Top Cottages. Later he moved down toward the Roundabout and had a little bit of ground and grew ganga there. It was really early, with the roosters perched in the trees on Mrs. Ruby's yard crowing. I was in bed with a girl I had met the night before.Originally Posted by Nick
When I got out of bed to go visit Bosco, she moaned a little and tried to grab me, but I kept going.
I went over and sat on the stoop with Bosco and his buddies and tried to match them hit for hit on the chalice. Bosco made a bigger cloud of smoke come out of nostrils, but I held mine longer and let that ganga work its magic.
The girl was mad at me when I got back, but she was soon ecstatic as we engaged in some early morning, ganga enhanced love making.
Nick, I read a post in the linked archived thread by you. You wrote that you hitched hiked down to Miami from Pittsburgh to save money the first time you visited. I used to hitch hike down to Miami from Pittsburgh and back to save money too. Took my girlfriend from CMU with me a couple of times too.
Once while hitchhiking back from a trip to Negril, my buddy and I made it as far as the Cumberland Gap in Maryland. One had to get though the mountains to get between I-95 in Washington DC and the PA Turnpike. It was winter so it gets dark early. We were stuck at a lonely spot with few cars passing us. It had not been cold earlier in the day, but as it grew later and the sun dropped lower, it got colder and colder. We did not have warm jackets on, just short leather jackets more appropriate for Miami than Pennsylvania. Where we were hitchhiking at there were no gas stations or stores around that we could go to get warm. During this trip, as part of the energy crisis, there were no gas stations allowed to be open on Sunday. And this was Saturday evening, so if we did not get a ride soon, there was not going to be any rides available for a day. Since we were on the return leg of the trip, we were broke, so getting a hotel room or catching a bus was out of the question. As we were jumping up and down and beating ourselves with our arms in a vain attempt to keep warm, a car driven by a young guy finally stopped. He was heading west but he was worried about not being able to get gas on Sunday. My buddy told him that if he got us to his father's house, he would get him enough gas to get to his destination. He got us home and my buddy siphoned enough gas to get our benefactor to his journey's end.
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