I become completely Spanish! I speak Spanish and dont understand a word in English!
Another stand-by is the old Ipod ear buds when Im walking alone, I act like I dont hear them!
I become completely Spanish! I speak Spanish and dont understand a word in English!
Another stand-by is the old Ipod ear buds when Im walking alone, I act like I dont hear them!
My Friend Bill came up with the Idea when they ask our name we always tell them it is Bond, James Bond. you get some great reactions
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Ha! Years ago there was this stalkie woman that hung around Lime Tree lane - I could not walk by when she wouldn't hit me up for something. I just started speaking Hebrew one day - and she never dealt with me again (as a matter of fact, she avoided me, probably thought I was speaking in tongues)Originally Posted by Bella Bea
And say "Mi nah tourist. Ask dem."
Truthfully, I do not get approached by vendors or beggars or hustlers very often at all. The worst of it usually comes in those first couple of days when I have to go downtown to do my shopping and I'm still "clear". But even then, I guess I carry myself in a way that doesn't scream "rich tourist". When I get begged on I just tell them I don't have any money and keep walking (or start walking as the case might be).
Vendors or hustlers...I don't spend much time on "the" beach and when I do I tend not to get bothered...I tend to go there only during high tourist season and they tend to occupy themselves with the more "fresh" faces on the block. On the West End we really do not have much of that activity at all. The worst of it seems to be at Ricks at Sunset and if I'm walking by at that time I simply say no thank you and they don't bother with me further than that.
What I love about being in Negril though is not having to rush anywhere...so if a vendor does call me over, whether or not I am interested in buying something I will stop by just for a talk - just so I don't blow them off and appear disrespectful. I'll admire their work and when they go in for the sell I'll make it clear that I'm not interested in buying. But sometimes I'll see something cute or interesting and then everyone wins.
As far as the men - the scene at places like Alfreds, Roots and Bourbon Beach can get intense. I'll always say I'm married and when they say something about their fabulous Jamaican Bamboo I'll point to my "husband" - usually one of my Jamaican men friends.
As far as the taxis, I don't mind them beeping and asking...I just tell them I'm OK. I've gotten used to it. On the West End the route drivers know me and know I'll flag them down if I need them.
As would I! (Joke.)
Last edited by rastagirl777; 06-14-2011 at 09:30 PM.
As soon as I inform them that I am a U.S. Marshall, they avoid me like the plague.
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