Sorry for falling off the face of the earth for a while. Life has been particularly hectic. I also felt like we had passed our expiration date for completing this trip report. I figured no one would care anymore about what happened on our vacation. It’s old news.
But then I logged into Negril.com yesterday and saw Tizzy’s new April trip report. Reading her words and seeing her pictures brought me right back to Negril. It was as though no time had passed. I love that she’s sharing her experiences. It inspired me to continue sharing ours.
Yes, we are going to finish this trip report, if it’s the last thing we do. *shakes fist*
So here goes….
Trip Report Continued…
We last left off with Chicken’s magic bus ride. We had just left YS Falls, had lunch, pepper shrimp in middle quarters and we were rumbling down the road towards Pelican Bar.
Chicken parked the magic bus in front of Black River. We all piled up and most of us headed straight for the bathroom.
There was a line up of boats along the shore and the owners were negotiating a price for roundtrip transport to Pelican Bar. I didn’t hear what was going on because I was more interested in taking pictures… My eyes scanned the shore for crocodiles.
Eventually the group split up into two separate boats and we were on the water heading out into the great blue sea.
The initial stretch was pretty bumpy for me. I gripped the side of the boat tightly and I had to close my eyes at times to avoid the sprays of saltwater. I had never been on a boat this small before for any long distances. Now we were going out pretty far past my usual comfort level. The wind was in my face, the smell of ocean and the clouds overhead…It was surprisingly peaceful once I just surrendered to it and erased the fear of the boat capsizing onto a hungry school of sharks…
The ride was longer than I expected but that’s usually how it is when you’re eager to get somewhere.
I had been looking forward to Pelican Bar the most. I had seen the pictures, but it was hard to imagine a place like this actually existing in real life. It was something out of a fairytale. This structure looked like it should not even be standing and would simply collapse if you blew on it too hard.
It was so exciting when we first spotted it in the horizon. I was completely fascinated by the sight. It was like experiencing something in person that you only dreamed of. A lot of Jamaica feels like that… almost surreal and you have to pinch yourself just to be sure you’re really there. I hope this feeling I get when I’m in Jamaica never goes away because it’s the best feeling in the world.
We had arrived!