Chapter 13

“Summer's lease hath all too short a date.”
― William Shakespeare,
Lazy found a new level on our last day. We pretty much spent the first half of the day in bed. It was as though we could feel the trip winding down. We took an 'If we didn't get on with the day, the day wouldn't end' approach. We actually told housekeeping not to bother with our room. We didn't want to vacate it long enough for them to clean it.

I had put my phone on the charger the night before and I when I checked it in the morning, nothing had happened. The battery was down to less than 10%. I plugged it back in and checked back a while later, not only is it not charging, but it won't connect to wi-fi and I'm down to about 2% battery. Within the hour, my phone was a paper weight. Now really, who cares about a phone on vacation, right? That would depend on if you had been dumb enough not print out any of your return flight information stored on said device. So I knew we were leaving the next day in the afternoon, but I didn't actually know what time. I didn't want to alarm Sunshine, about the trouble with my phone or my total lack of information about how we were getting home. I also don't want to admit I'd made such a rookie mistake. E-tickets are great, but in paradise having a paper backup is even better.

We didn't have much for food supplies in the room so finally about 3 pm, the need to eat chased us out of our room. I don't know why we didn't order in. I think because I was still having trouble understanding people in person, the thought of trying to do it on the phone was that much more daunting. We walked down to the grill and ordered a couple of cheese pizzas. Sunshine has seen a couple come off the grill the day before and thought they'd be just the thing. When you are really hungry, food can seem like it takes forever, but I swear this was the longest I have ever waited for food in Negril.

Given the day and sky, I was a bit concerned our last sunset in Negril would be a bust. It turned out to be anything but. It was just playing a bit of peek-a-boo with the clouds.




We ran into Mamade11 and Frank just taking it all in. We'd all be venturing home the next day. Mamade captured the moment for us.


She did more than just capture the sunset though. On our way back to our rooms, she wandered over with me to the one spot by the pool where the free Wi-Fi actually worked and lent me her phone so I could find our flight info. Westjet's website did me no good, because I didn't have my darn confirmation number. Those are six very useful digits, without which I was out of luck. There would be no web check in for us. I managed to find the departure time on the airport website. It was about when I thought. It was going to be tight given when Kingsley was picking us up, but he'd known our flight time when we'd set the pickup, so I was relying on his expertise.