Sunsets, Rum, Sand and Gizzadas 97 Days in Negril

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I was told the cottonwood tree at the Lighthouse was 80 years old. Imagine cutting that down and making canoes out of it years ago? Must have been such hard work

That's interesting that the Lighthouse cottonwood is 80 years old. I'm going to try to find out how old the big Lantrissant tree is. I'm so glad they don't cut them down for canoe building anymore.



It’s a beautiful day here today. Hot, sunny, a nice breeze, blue skies. I wonder if it will rain again this afternoon, if so it will be the seventh consecutive afternoon with rain. But it’s all good.

This morning we went for a walk down to Charela for coffee. On the way back through town we picked up some things at the market; bananas, ackee, tomatoes, jack fruit, and oranges. But nobody has any eggs. Third day straight – no eggs. Whaaa gwaan?

So tomorrow is New Year’s Eve. You know how they lower the ball in Times Square? – that would be the N.Y. Times Square, not the one in Negril. Well there’s a rumor going around town that The Corner Bar is going to be lowering a goat from the highest part of the hanging tree.

Speaking of Times Square – in Negril this time. You now know where to get the King Gizzadas. Good. We went back there recently and I slowly devoured every morsel of another King Gizzada, (OMG!). It was a hot day, but I’ve got to warn you – It’s really cold in there, and I’m not talkin’ about the A/C. You know the Seinfeld episode on the Soup Nazi? Yeah, like that. The wait staff in there are the King Gizzada Nazis. Cold, brutha’, cold, cold, cold.

We’ve been here a month now. Wow, that was quick! Funny how things that I would gawk at the first week I was here are beginning to look just ‘normal’ now. Not entirely, but it’s starting to go that way. Of course it’s natural that the sense of newness gradually fades away. On top of that, I've settled into my groove and I'm getting lazy now.

So, with the accumulation of days spent here, it becomes more difficult for me to see, feel and write about new experiences and to craft pithy impressions. (read . . . I’m running out of new material) For example, I don’t even hear the tree frogs now, except after a rain when they seem to sing three times as loud. Walking by a yard in the morning and hearing a rooster (or three) crow the rising sun seems perfectly natural. Indeed it is. But during my first week here I would have slowed my pace, turned my head and grinned. Today I picked up my hat from the railing and a gecko jumped out of it. I didn’t give it a second thought, until just now.

I guess I’m saying that I’ll keep on posting, but probably not as frequently. I won’t post for the sake of posting, I’ll only do so when I feel I have something worthwhile. But I will keep posting.


Now for some blatant self-promotion: For those that don't know, I have two published books that are set in Negril, a travelogue and a novel. You can find them on Amazon;

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One of my favorite people on the beach, sweet Myrna!


Fresh fish at the fishing village market.