Face Down - yes breddren - t'anks for for de props.
Jan24 - re-read your post and want to thank you again for your words.
L.J. - soon come for you to Negril - yes - that is my grandaughter - ain't she a darlin'
Thirty-two days - and I feel like I'm just staring to settle in.
Whoa – it was cold in Negril today! Cool wind out of the north. Chilly – by Jamaican standards. But not too cold by Canuck standards - just a bracing breeze. Big waves smashing the shore – but still, there are people walking the beach. Hardy souls.
I rented a scooter today. It was JT’s last full day, so he wanted to hang at his bar – didn’t want a scooter. So I was solo. Went from my place to Bloody Bay. Nothing going on there.
Then went all the way to town to the Corner bar. At the Corner Bar there was a cricket game on the big screen TV. Zimbabwe playing the West Indies. I sat at the bar and ordered a Red Stripe. Shortly after I got there, there was a big play on the screen and everybody in the bar started cheering and yelling – I don’t know cricket from squat – but I acted like I was excited too. Turns out the West Indies won, so I guess that’s a good thing.
After all that excitement , I got back on my scooter and went up to the West End. Stopped at Sea Star and finally met Chris. He’s the owner and a fellow Canuck and also a soon-to-be dad. Also bumped into Kimbobwee and his lovely wife. Made a stop at Rick’s. I was in the vicinity and had to take a leak. Left after a few minutes and went back down to the beach to Sea Splash to say goodbye to J.T. He wanted to go to Sunnyside for sunset. So he got on the back of my scooter, red solo cup in hand, balancing it carefully so as not to spill a drop of his Appleton and Pepsi. Said he wouldn’t grab me around the waist as we rode down the road because that would be gay. I was Ok with that.
It was windy at Sunnyside, but WOW - what a sunset. For such a crummy weather day the sunset was astounding. Not your classic ‘orb of sun kissing the ocean’ – but a gorgeous tableau of clouds, and wind and big breakers rolling in. People huddled at the bar with towels wrapped around them for warmth.
J.T. borrowed a winter coat from one of the local dude's and crouched down below the wall to get out of the wind and stay warm.
Can’t believe there are only three more sunsets. But I haven’t totally caught up yet. Still more to say, and photos. Sorry about the short, choppy sentences, but I’m currently reading a Jack Reacher novel
Likkle more . . .
