I found and read this years ago, if your into the history of the island in th 70,s this is a great read. I have met Frank Rance, he as of last I know owns and operates the FDR resot in Runaway Bay.http://www.jamaicajim.com/history.htm
I found and read this years ago, if your into the history of the island in th 70,s this is a great read. I have met Frank Rance, he as of last I know owns and operates the FDR resot in Runaway Bay.http://www.jamaicajim.com/history.htm
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Interesting read! Before I found Negril in the early 80's, all of my foreign travels involved Club Med (went to Martinque 2X, Guadelope 2X, Moorea and Bora Bora plus a trip on a old small sailboat they used to operate in the Caribbean) and the old Windjammer Barefoot Cruises sailing on tall ships; and my very first trip to Jamaica was to Hedonism! Since then almost all trips have been to Jamaica. Lots of great memories from the old Club Med days!
I have stayed at FDR Twice. Good times when I was a little kid.
When a couple years ago, lmao.Originally Posted by Flipadelphia26
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lol. I was in 8th grade. So about 15 years now.
I turned 29 yesterday btw!
Damn man...I got ties that are 29
Linston's Zion Hill Taxi
Captain Dave
Might need to revamp the wardrobe then
First one in Negril was Negril Beach Village built by the gov't. Now it's Hedo. We used to call it Rutland Point which is the name if the land it's on.
Linston's Zion Hill Taxi
Captain Dave
I used to walk from where I lived in Red Ground to the island nearly every day and dive on the reef there by the island. I remember the trip when I discovered that some trees had been marked and a small amount of clearing had been done. It seemed pretty obvious that things were going to change in Negril. I was not happy about the pending changes but it made sense that the government would want to make money from the beautiful beach.
When Negril Beach Village opened, I would go there for the buffet lunch with free cheap wine. There was usually a wet tee shirt contest afterwards, always worth staying for to see the new talent. One afternoon after enjoying one of these buffet lunches, a Greek guy, who had a large old time sailing ship anchored offshore of the Negril Beach Village decided he was going to throw me into the pool. He had a couple of buddies helping him, but I was strong and covered in coconut oil and I didn't particularly want to be thrown into the pool at that time. They were not able to get me into the pool. That and me managing to bed a woman or two that he thought were his, made him an enemy of mine. I did not care about him one way or another, but he tried to get me busted a few times, once or twice coming too darn close. I never did anything to him. I hope his karma caught up to him at some point. I suspect it did.
I would buy the plastic sharkâs teeth that they used as money so that I could get into the disco at night. It was a small disco, but the DJ was a great guy and he played some fine tunes. I brought him back a heavy linked silver bracelet from Lima Peru that gleamed against his black wrist. I ran into him in Berkeley at a memorial concert held there shortly after Bob Marley died. It is a small world.
There were hemispherical windows in the disco that looked into the pool. Occasionally someone would moon the crowd at the disco. It was always better when the mooner was woman. I took a lot of good looking women out of that disco to my bed. One of note was a big blond Lufthansa stewardess. She had long wavy blond hair all the way down to her waist. She was big, but not fat, just large and thick, but shapely. She was there with a guy, a Lufthansa Pilot I think, but she managed to give him the slip long enough for us to get together.
The prettiest girl I ever met at the disco was there with her family, a younger brother, father and mother. I never saw her at the disco at night, but I saw her around the resort in the afternoon when I played beach volleyball and made a point to flirt with her. One afternoon they had a little music in the disco. It must have been impromptu since I don't remember ever going there in the afternoon other than that one time. There were not many people in the disco but she saw me head down there and joined me. They were serving rum punch gratis. I think that may have been the first time that she ever had anything to drink. I told her to slow down, but she was having fun and those little plastic glasses of rum punch went down easy. She was only wearing a bikini and a sheer beach coat. We danced and laughed and hugged a bit. She thought my suggestion to go to my room an excellent one. The inevitable occurred and then she promptly fell asleep. Or passed out. Whatever.
In any case she was not going anywhere for a while. It was after dark by the time I was able to get her up and moving. She looked a little out of place in the dark with her beach wear on. We had not gone very far before some woman came up and claimed her, shooting me dirty looks, and said that they were all worried about her and were looking everywhere for her. The woman hustled her off to her family leaving me standing there.
That evening, was the first night that her family allowed her to go the disco at night. No use shutting the barn door after the horse is out, I reckon. We danced and she promised to leave her door unlocked for me that night. She was leaving for home the next morning. I said I would be by later, but met another woman and never showed up at her door. She was a Canadian of Scots decent. At least she was not mad at me for getting her drunk and helping her to lose her virginity. The maid raised hell about the bloody sheets the next morning, but I gave her a tip for her trouble and that was that.
I usually did not spend the night at Negril Beach Village, but did sometimes when they would not let you just buy sharks teeth but said that only hotel guests could enter the disco. When that happened, I would pay for a room for a night or two. One morning I woke up alone in a room at the village with a terrible hangover. I often woke up with a hangover but usually did not wake up alone. I have found that there is no cure for hangover, except the passage of time, but smoking some good ganga at least mitigates the worst effects. It was still early, but with my throbbing headache, I was not going to be able to get any more sleep.
I rolled up a small doobie and walked up the beach towards Red Ground. Back then, there was very little development past the Sundowner, so once I was on the open beach, I lit up my jay. The morning sun, the green of the jungle, the blue of the water and sky, and the sweet herb made me feel better as I strolled along the beach. I was getting down to a small roach when a fully clothed Jamaican came out of the bush from the left and stood in front of me, barking angrily. He looked to be about 35 or 40 and I suspected that he was a plainclothes cop.
I flicked the roach into the surf and faced him. He asked me what I was doing and I said nothing. I was not overly concerned until he bent over to retrieve the roach from the sand where a couple of wavelets had washed it up on shore. The bad part was he was gathering evidence. The good part was bending down and reaching for the roach while trying to keep his leather oxfords dry put him in an awkward position. I used that split second to exit, stage right, hoofing it back towards the Negril Beach Village. I did not run regularly or workout, but I did live an active lifestyle and I was in good shape. After about a hundred yards or so I figured that I had put a good amount of distance between myself and my pursuer, since compared to me, he was an old man. I looked over my shoulder to make sure and was aghast to see that the old SOB was right on my behind.
That freaked me out and I put it into overdrive. It discouraged him when he saw me kick it up a notch since he was already going full speed. He dropped back and I slowed to a trot, my energy spent. Then the old man started hollering and yelling to another cop down the beach. This cop started walking towards me, yelling and waving his arms. So now I was exhausted and trapped between two plainclothes policemen. I was wearing nothing but a bathing suit and swim like a fish, so I jumped into the ocean and struck out for the open sea. The police did not follow me into the water, but I could see that they were marking my progress, so I swam further out until I could no longer see them watching me. I swam parallel to the beach back towards the Negril Beach Village. Once I was offshore of the hotel, I slowly worked my way towards the beach, merging with the guests who were swimming, and eventually climbing out onto the beach. I went to my room and had a shower and changed into the clothes that I wore the night before. I spotted the cop hanging out at the bar and he gave me the evil eye, but did not talk. That was as close as I ever got to getting busted for smoking ganga in Jamaica.
There used to be another link that started right from the beginning about the government building Negril Beach Village.
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