This was our first trip to Negril in '91 - we stayed at the former Villa's Negril - up on the hill in town. It felt different back then, a little more wild. I remember walking from town to the beach after dark for dinner and passing a big revival tent - it was packed and loud and rocking. The next day the security guard at Villa's suggested we go the Roaring River on little scooters they rented. Not too far he said, just turn left at 'Salamar' (we thought he said) and then just ask for directions. We took off blissfully unaware of how far it really was on these old scooters. Unbelievably, we made it with the help of some great people and had a blast. I still remember going into the cave and looking out the nostril and being force fed some mind-numbing herb - the wifey wasn't too pleased with my partaking. We made it back hours later - sunburned and tired, but I saw more of the real Jamaica then all the other times I have been back, including a trip where we drove all around the island.
