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Re: Negril - A month in Jamaica--Trip report from queenb
Somehow I’ve lost a day here. I think I’m off on the snorkeling by one day. Oh well, the perils of refusing to write anything down. It’s been a long month, but it’s almost over.
Monday, July 29:
Vinnie has made arrangements to go snorkeling on Alberto’s boat. I’m wondering how he’s going to manage the climb into and out of the boat; his walking is so impaired now. I on the other hand, always have trouble with that stupid ladder. I told Robert that I need a grab bar for my left hand. Robert, however has solved the problem. They bring the boat almost onto the beach, back end to the shore. I am able to climb over the transom end of the boat easily, and Vinnie is able to slide in. [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img] We travel out to the reef beyond Booby Cay. Alberto has included some rum for Vinnie and water for Maria. I have my vodka. There are floats there that the boats latch onto, so that they do not drop anchor and harm the reef. Robert gives the speech about not touching anything, and Vinnie goes overboard. Maria joins him, for a while. I know she is worried about him. They’ve been married 30 years, but are still so in sync with one another. After a few minutes Maria comes back aboard. Vinnie is having a ball and stays in the water for over an hour. He paddles freely to and fro sometimes pretty far away from the boat.
Suddenly a boatman from another glass bottom boat shouts that there is a sea turtle in the water. People from the other boats get their equipment and jump in and swim to him. Tiger joins them. They finally catch the turtle, and Tiger somehow winds up with it.
Maria and the turtle. (That’s Mophead, another boatman climbing into the boat.)
This is a picture of Vinnie after snorkeling. He is tired, but happy.
Vinnie says the water gives him back his feeling of mobility. He is stoked.
Can anyone identify what kind of turtle this is? I cannot seem to find a decent picture on the ‘net. [img]/forums/images/graemlins/confused.gif[/img]
That evening Maria and Vinnie treat Alberto, Tommy, and I to dinner at Xtabi. It was ok, but for the money I expected lots better. Alberto is a better cook. This is my last night in Negril, and I’ve got to leave early to go pack.
The next morning starts out like every other one, except now I’m preparing to leave. Alberto gives me some traveling money, something he has never been able to do before. My ride is to pick me up at 8:30. I don’t understand why so early, my flight isn’t until 2:10. Alberto has packed up all of his stuff to take back to his yard. He manages to talk me out of my CD player. I only paid $40 for it, so I don’t mind. Tommy comes over and Alberto packs up his car. Then takes my two bags to BBB. I go to the bar to say goodbye to Elaine and return Trevine’s books. The van comes, and I bid my honey goodbye. I don’t know when I’ll be able to get back. I don’t think I can pull off a week in November like I did last year; I took 3 personal days right before a 4-day weekend. Somehow, I’m going to have to sneak down for a few days this fall. Christmas is out. Airfare is too expensive; and my grandkids expect me to be there. I really don’t have a block of days until Easter Break at the end of April. I AM REALLY BUMMED!! I am taken to the JUTA station, where I have to sit and wait for over an hour. Couldn’t I have done this waiting at Bar-B-Barn? [img]/forums/images/graemlins/mad.gif[/img]
The ride to MoBay is uneventful. I don’t want to talk to the other passengers. I don’t want to stop for a Red Stripe. I’d rather be in Negril!!!
The flight home was uneventful. [img]/forums/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img]
Somehow I’ve lost a day here. I think I’m off on the snorkeling by one day. Oh well, the perils of refusing to write anything down. It’s been a long month, but it’s almost over.
Monday, July 29:
Vinnie has made arrangements to go snorkeling on Alberto’s boat. I’m wondering how he’s going to manage the climb into and out of the boat; his walking is so impaired now. I on the other hand, always have trouble with that stupid ladder. I told Robert that I need a grab bar for my left hand. Robert, however has solved the problem. They bring the boat almost onto the beach, back end to the shore. I am able to climb over the transom end of the boat easily, and Vinnie is able to slide in. [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img] We travel out to the reef beyond Booby Cay. Alberto has included some rum for Vinnie and water for Maria. I have my vodka. There are floats there that the boats latch onto, so that they do not drop anchor and harm the reef. Robert gives the speech about not touching anything, and Vinnie goes overboard. Maria joins him, for a while. I know she is worried about him. They’ve been married 30 years, but are still so in sync with one another. After a few minutes Maria comes back aboard. Vinnie is having a ball and stays in the water for over an hour. He paddles freely to and fro sometimes pretty far away from the boat.
Suddenly a boatman from another glass bottom boat shouts that there is a sea turtle in the water. People from the other boats get their equipment and jump in and swim to him. Tiger joins them. They finally catch the turtle, and Tiger somehow winds up with it.
Maria and the turtle. (That’s Mophead, another boatman climbing into the boat.)
This is a picture of Vinnie after snorkeling. He is tired, but happy.
Vinnie says the water gives him back his feeling of mobility. He is stoked.
Can anyone identify what kind of turtle this is? I cannot seem to find a decent picture on the ‘net. [img]/forums/images/graemlins/confused.gif[/img]
That evening Maria and Vinnie treat Alberto, Tommy, and I to dinner at Xtabi. It was ok, but for the money I expected lots better. Alberto is a better cook. This is my last night in Negril, and I’ve got to leave early to go pack.
The next morning starts out like every other one, except now I’m preparing to leave. Alberto gives me some traveling money, something he has never been able to do before. My ride is to pick me up at 8:30. I don’t understand why so early, my flight isn’t until 2:10. Alberto has packed up all of his stuff to take back to his yard. He manages to talk me out of my CD player. I only paid $40 for it, so I don’t mind. Tommy comes over and Alberto packs up his car. Then takes my two bags to BBB. I go to the bar to say goodbye to Elaine and return Trevine’s books. The van comes, and I bid my honey goodbye. I don’t know when I’ll be able to get back. I don’t think I can pull off a week in November like I did last year; I took 3 personal days right before a 4-day weekend. Somehow, I’m going to have to sneak down for a few days this fall. Christmas is out. Airfare is too expensive; and my grandkids expect me to be there. I really don’t have a block of days until Easter Break at the end of April. I AM REALLY BUMMED!! I am taken to the JUTA station, where I have to sit and wait for over an hour. Couldn’t I have done this waiting at Bar-B-Barn? [img]/forums/images/graemlins/mad.gif[/img]
The ride to MoBay is uneventful. I don’t want to talk to the other passengers. I don’t want to stop for a Red Stripe. I’d rather be in Negril!!!
The flight home was uneventful. [img]/forums/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img]
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