Simply Portland...Utterly Devine

[*vi*]

Settled in at the new place a quick shower then into town for water and more fruit.

Another gorgeous day In Port Antonio.



Big up to my driver, O’Neal who just got his red plates. FINALLY putting his robot taxi driving days behind him, he is now an official registered & insured Portland route taxi driver.

*clap*
*clap*
*clap*

No more heart palpitations when approaching a police road block. No more detours into the bush to avoid roadside vehicle inspectors. No more angry passengers who have to get out of the car because a wrecker is on the way to tow it. No more standing helpless and humiliated watching the car being hauled away by a wrecker. No more fines and impoundment fees.

And it’s about time!!!

Now if only my girl Alaya would do the same. But O’Neal says she’s not hassled because she’s a female. Might be true now, but I’m sure eventually she’ll have to abide by the law. Plus I won’t refer her to anyone until she does.

But anyway, the changing of the tags was a blessed event…close to being ceremonial worthy…LOL

O’Neal’s brother and his wife surprised him by driving all the way from St. Thomas to see the tags. No lie.

Vi, dis my bigger brother Al.
Al, dis Vi from New York.

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There they were…in the middle of the typical chaos of downtown Port Antonio at 2:00 PM under the blazing sun, checking out the red tags. From the front to the back, from the back to the front they smiled and nodded with elated approval as they inspected the tightness of the bolts. Don’t forget to admire the “route coverage” written so neatly on both sides. Such fine penmanship.

It was a proud moment the two brothers were sharing in the street of Port Antonio. Meanwhile, I and the poor passenger in the back seat were literally cooking in the car.

I was about to get their attention, but the lady in the backseat, dripping with sweat, beat me to it.



So we are on our way with the brother and wife following behind. Dropped off the backseat passenger who fussed with him (in patois) about the delay the entire drive to her place. Me I would have put her out. 100J wasn’t worth enduring her scolding.

Then to a tiny road store for a pepsi and red stripe.

Then to Boston Beach….where the red tag ceremony continued. lol

[*vi*]

Nice crowd on the beach today. I wasn’t swimming. The plan was to drop me off while he does the taxi thing for about two hours. When he shared the plan with his brother, they decided to also come to Boston for jerk sausage and pork.

The brothers walk to jerk center to get the food while I get to know the sister in law. Very nice person. She’s about 20 years his junior, but he looks younger than what he is so the age difference isn’t too obvious.

The brothers return with bundles of grilled jerk meat wrapped in beige paper.

Wife must have been starving. She left me quick to sit in their ride and eat. The brothers went back to ogling the red plates. My attention was directed to the activities on the beach.

Camera time!!!!



These two gentlemen came on the scene to sell their catch. They obviously had a very successful fishing day.

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As soon as those guys dumped the sack, people came out of nowhere to buy fish. And there was plenty. Something to everyone’s liking was down there. Heck even from way up where I was, I could spot something that made my mouth water. Hard to not see that delicious, thick hunk in those white shorts and mesh tank. YUM!!!! Forget the fish…how much are YOU a pound????

As I stood playing spy and taking pictures of that meal in white, someone taps my elbow.

“Hi. Excuse me. Hi Miss. Ramemba me?”

I turn, back up a little and stare into his confident eyes. I don’t have a clue who this person is.

[Sam I Am]

I've had a terrible day. And your " how much are you a pound" make me laugh out loud. Thanks.

[Schuttzie]

Me, too, Sam, haha! This is great, Vi!

[goldilocks]

LOL, I appreciate a thicker guy too.

I bought a nice string of fish one afternoon on the public beach in Negril by the roundabout for $1000J that included two lobsters, and I didn't even have to get out of the wata!

[SPARKLE1010]

Oh *Vi*... You make me laugh..."Forget the fish…how much are YOU a pound???" You are too much... Still following along and enjoying every bit

[*vi*]

I've had a terrible day. And your " how much are you a pound" make me laugh out loud. Thanks.

Awwwwww Sam, I hope things are going the total opposite for you today. Sending you one big cyber HUG!

Me, too, Sam, haha! This is great, Vi!

Thanks Schuttzie

LOL, I appreciate a thicker guy too.

I bought a nice string of fish one afternoon on the public beach in Negril by the roundabout for $1000J that included two lobsters, and I didn't even have to get out of the wata!

Goldilocks, don’t get me started on my lust for thick men. That one had me drooling.

btw…that was a great purchase. Two lobsters for less than the price of a claw.

Oh *Vi*... You make me laugh..."Forget the fish…how much are YOU a pound???" You are too much... Still following along and enjoying every bit

Sparkle, I would have approached him if I wasn’t distracted. I’m telling you, thick men are hard to find in Portland.

[JitterBug]

Sparkle, I would have approached him if I wasn’t distracted. I’m telling you, thick men are hard to find in Portland.

that's too funny but very, very true!!