Scott
Life in Negril back in the early 70's was nothing less than Paradise on earth IMO.
The Beach was wide open, all 7 miles of it, there was NOTHING along the beach between the beach and the road but sugar cane, breadfruit, weeds, mud and more mud all the way up to boobie kay, the little island and beyond.
Up on Monkey Hill there was no electricity but who cared? We lived in the light from just before dawn to shortly after sunset mostly (there was little to no night life other than the night life one made for him or her self) so who needed electricity??
Traffic? hahhaha, what traffic? Tourists? there were about 4 or 5 of us from the US (two from Philly, two from Ohio, and one other guy I forget his name now) but I refused to be classified as such. I lived there, I wasn't (just) visiting.
The food OMG was to die for; baked goods from heaven. We only got about 87 cents for each US Dollar but money played a very little part in life there, then; wasn't money locals wanted from us (me) then, was my friendship and my time they wanted.
I guess I could go on and on but I think you get the idea...
jn
Originally Posted by Jim Nasium
