Sunsets, Rum, Sand and Gizzadas 97 Days in Negril

[JitterBug]

maybe that's why he got his name of "POWER STRAP"?????

[Lady Jane]

POWER STRAP, I am going to look for him. ;-)

[kaycee]

I see how Power strap got his name. Lol!

[Bluez]

Wow, Power strap and The Stallion aka Black Thunder, Zeus.... magnum well at work

[gerryg123]

magnum well at work

With 23 kids over seven years, I would say the magnum did NOT work, lol.

[Face Down]

It has taken me a few sittings over the weekend but I just finished reading all 29 pages of postings, and what a treat...so thank you! Last year I read your similar report here and right after purchased "Walk Good" going into my annual March trip. Heading over to Amazon now to pick up "Sunset Negril", one to entertain myself but also as a thank you for this. I actually cheered when you posted that you had returned...I am glad that you did and it sounds like you are too. I am one of those AI guys...but I know where the front gates are (and the back one too) and love to get out and explore Long Bay and the Cliffs. Hopefully one day we will cross paths and and I can buy you a Red Stripe and a Gizzada and thank you personally! Enjoy the rest of your trip, I will enjoy reading about it! Cool Runnings!

[poolguywindsor]

Powerstrap is not new to me, I have had several run ins with him, he usually has at least one of his daughters with him. He can get pretty aggressive selling his black coral bracelets!

[Bluez]

With 23 kids over seven years, I would say the magnum did NOT work, lol.

I'm referring to Magnum the drink, not the condoms. Perhaps he should have gone for the ruff riders LOL

[Flipadelphia26]

Powerstrap is not new to me, I have had several run ins with him, he usually has at least one of his daughters with him. He can get pretty aggressive selling his black coral bracelets!

Yeah, I ran into him last Jan (2013).

He insisted his coral ring with plastic diamond was worth 80 US. LOL..

And yelled at me when I said 10. Then he said 70. I said 5.

Got it for 10.

[Kahuna3]

A Ras Fawty-Leg

This morning two of our crew went back home. It was sad. Now it’s just me, Shrek, JT and the Minnesota Triplets. There will be no more replacements.

Yesterday afternoon Shrek ordered two dozen gizzadas from the fruit lady at Chances. He's gonna take them home. I bought four and ate them all at Sun Beach - washed them down with a Cran Wata.

I’ve only got another twelve days and my 2013/2014 Negril adventure will be over. But a lot can happen in twelve days. Stay tuned.

Last night just after sunset, we were sitting at Sunnyside. I was sipping on a rum. I noticed a small group of Jamaicans gathered near the surf and looking at something in the sand. It’s normal to see tourists huddled together and peering at something, but seeing Jamaicans do it is unusual, so I hopped down from the bar bench and strolled over to have a look.

Somebody had chopped a ‘fawty-leg’ (a big poisonous centipede) in two and the front and back pieces were still writhing around on the sand. I was surprised to see it on the sand, since these things normally live in the bush and dank places. I have no idea how it got there, but there it was; in two pieces, writhing and twisting and working its many legs. The Jamaicans were standing well back from it. They were making sounds like, “Ewwww!” Like they were really disgusted.

One of the beach boys got a stick and flicked a piece towards the water, except it didn’t go where he wanted it to go. Instead it flipped through the air and landed near where another guy was standing. He jumped backwards like he was a jack-in-the-box and yelped. Then he let a couple of bumbas off at the flicker. I heard the word ‘poison’ expressed emphatically. Then they both laughed and pushed the pieces into the sea. Which didn’t seem like a good idea to me.

I’m swimming almost every morning. I love it. I get in early when the water is still flat and the beach is pretty well deserted. It’s like escaping into another realm for a while. Once I hit my rhythm the swimming is automatic and my mind drifts aimlessly. Today I imagined that the ripples in the sandy bottom were sand dunes in a trackless desert and I was jetting above them at twenty thousand feet. My early morning swim is like a form of meditation for me, very calming; except this morning when I thought I saw a piece of the fawty-leg from last night floating in front of me.