I went with a local on A Thursday at11:30. 500J from the beach. The pork wasn't. ready but the bar was full of cricket fans watching a match.It was fun to hear the banter. I was the only blond guy there. A big guy walks in, looks around and points at me and says "White guy!" I pooped my pants. He pulls up to the bar and shows this big wad of cash. I was sure then that he was a local drug lord or mafia hitman and I wouldn't be home for dinner. My friend sensed my unease and told me he was a moneychanger and just then the guy turns to me, raises his glass of rum and smiles. God I love Negril. The pork was great the company as well but a I think I'll try to meet up with Rob and Lisa on a Monday, next time.