Trip #3 - Going to Negril

[dollybaby74]

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We arrive on what looks to be a main street and there are tons of people moving in and out of stores and the cars are bumper to bumper.








OK…I don’t know if you can all see it but the billboard with the man and the woman on the left reads ‘Boost You Up’. I didn’t notice it until I developed the pictures. Can someone please tell me what they are advertising?

[dollybaby74]

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We find an empty parking spot and take a wander through the shops. I see so many cute clothes that I wish I had more money to spend. Paul encourages me to buy a white leather belt for 350 JA which I do. Probably because he was sick and tired of me borrowing his white belt. We then stop at a tiny restaurant with two tables and share a plate of curry goat.

We continue to walk around making our way to the supermarket, and buy a bag of cut up pineapples. After sometime we stop at the Juicy Patty (my favorite place in the world) and get some patties to take back with us.



Before heading back home we stop at the pharmacy for some cold medicine because we’ve both picked up this hacking cough. We drive back to the room and sleep.

Around 9:00 we get up and go downstairs to eat. While we’re eating, one of the workers is manicuring some palm trees and makes a neat, I don’t know what to call it but I took a picture of it the next day.



He sees a girl I gather that he likes walking by, grabs her and starts wining with her along to the music on the beach. I laugh along with the other customers at the beach bar. Paul rolls his eyes and mumbles “I think you like him, he looks like he could do the work”. That makes me laugh even more.

We finish eating and then get the car to drive around Negril. Paul says “I just want to stop at this place and visit some people I know”. We turn down a street and head up a hill just past Juicy J’s. About half way up the hill we stop at a little road side shop. We walk into the tiny shop and a girl at the counter smoking a spliff looks up at us. She is quite pretty, probably in her late twenties/early thirties. As soon as she spots Paul she lets out a squeal, says a few things I can’t understand and runs around the counter to give him a big hug. Paul introduces us and they catch up on old times for about 30 minutes. She looks over at me after awhile and says “You doing OK girl, can I get you a drink or a smoke”? I tell her I’m good. They continue to talk and I get the feeling there was a relationship between them at some point in the past. I could be dead wrong but it was just the vibe I got and I didn’t ask him. He later tells me that he lived in Negril a few years back and stayed with her and some other friends. Those other friends happen to come in a short while later and they have a big old reunion. After sometime Paul asks her what is going on tonight and she tells him she’s going to Alfred’s. I hear her tell Paul “She’s cute”. He looks over at me and says “That’s my GIRL”. OK, I feel a tad bit better about this scenario.

We leave and take a drive around West End and then make our way to Alfred’s. Grab some drinks and head out to the sand to dance. I notice the gigolos are in full swing tonight, switching partners so fast I can’t keep track and dancing up close with the drunken young tourist girls. One girl falls in the sand and one of the men drags her up on the stage and starts doing all kinds of crazy dances with her for the audience, everyone busts up laughing. OMG, I sure hope we didn’t look and act like that on our first trip.
We dance a bit more and then sit down on some benches to rest. The girl from the shop comes over and talks briefly to Paul and then leaves, I notice her later in a dark corner, it seems she met a friend.

We walk around a bit and a girl that we walk by yells out to Paul something to the effect of ‘what are you doing with that farrin’. He walks up to her and gives her the full hundred and I have to yank him away while she and her friends give me a look that could kill. I decide against giving a look back.

It’s about midnight now and I am just about ready to leave after that incident. A man announces they are going to be doing the draw soon so we stick around for that. This is the third night we’ve been here, must be our time to win. Paul says “So far it’s only been Jamaicans that win”. I’m holding the tickets so pass it over to him. “You hold it then, you’re better luck”. We lose.

Like clockwork the place clears out after the draw and we leave too. We head back to the room and call it a night.

[Marilyn]

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DWL
O hDOlly this is precious. It is so hard for me to visualize my studmuffin running in terror from a bird. He looked so STOIC, like nothing, but nothing could every phase him OMG!!!!!!!!!

[Marilyn]

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So that's cute/ You're not white, your're Canadian. LOL

[dollybaby74]

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Sunset from room's balcony

[Gonzof1]

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This is a really fun report.

While in Sav, you should have stopped by Lost Beach down the road in Hope Wharf. It's a wonderful secluded beach to hang out at at the bar while out exploring the Southwest end of the island. Drinks are cheap and the scenery and good company are free.

Gz-

[dollybaby74]

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Tingalaya, yeah I love that song Little Cottage in Negril. I played it last night, put the CD player on repeat just to torture myself.

PLJ, I KNEW it. I was going to say pelican but then I couldn’t remember if that is what a pelican looked like.

Marilyn, sorry to say your studmuffin is not who he appears. He looks hard on the outside but he’s actually a puppydog. [img]/forums/images/graemlins/wink.gif[/img]

Gonzo, made a note and will be sure to check out Lost Beach the next time around. We explore more of the southwest tomorrow. [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img]

[sheanlee]

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Dolly....yeah..those pelicans can be fierce when scouting for food. They've been known to snap at your hand or arm if they think you are holding something they want.
Sooo backing up and getting out of the pool was the BEST thing you and Paul could do!!

[Marilyn]

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Coming to get Paul and Dolly baby

[Classy]

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Originally posted by Marilyn:
[qb] Coming to get Paul and Dolly baby
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***WAIIIIEEEEE***
HORROR MUSIC PLAYIN IN BACKGROUND

Btw I LOVE those pics of Sav. Majority of the time I spent in Jamaica was there...keep it comin

[stargirl911]

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((dollybaby74)) NICE and the pictures are great keep it comin' [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img]

[dollybaby74]

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Day 7 – Wednesday

Wake up early again at around 7:30. I realize now that I sleep so much in the day and early evening because I hardly get any sleep at night. Do the usual shower, brush teeth, do hair and go down to breakfast routine.

It’s another hot and sunny day, the chef stops us as we head towards a table for breakfast and asks “Ackee and Saltfish for you two again”? I tell him that works for me and Paul agrees as well. While we wait I pull out my Lonely Planet guide and start flipping through the pages. Paul asks me “What do you want to do today”? I respond “Go somewhere, anywhere far from here. Let’s just drive”. He gets a big grin on his face “Yeah”. I open up my book to a map of Jamaica and look at where the roads lead. We’ve already been up through the northcoast when we drove up to Ochi. I follow the road on the map leading out of Negril towards the southwest. My eye stops on Black River. We could probably go a little further than that, next major stop looks like Treasure Beach. “How about there”? I say pointing to Treasure Beach on the map. “I’ve never been down there……”. “Perfect! Let’s go there”.

We finish eating and hop in the car with me driving.









My future home

[dollybaby74]

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At Black River we stop in what looks to be the downtown area. Park the car alongside the beach with some shops and I take pictures.




It is VERY hot, the temperature is definitely warmer than Negril. Paul waits by the car while I run into a little bar/restaurant to go to the washroom. I approach the window where you would order food but no one comes. I see a head poke out of the kitchen door, it’s a young man with a chef’s hat on. He says with a big grin “Hi”. He motions for somebody else to come out and I see a second person poke his head out. “How are you”? The second head says. “Fine, can you tell me where I can find the washroom”? The second head says meet me in the bar and I’ll show you. “OK”.

The bar is extremely crowded and I manage to squeeze my way through, the man waves at me from across the bar and I make my way through. “It’s right over here” and guides me through some hallways passing a kitchen. He passes me a roll of toilet paper and I go inside the washroom and close the door. “Thanks”. After exiting the stall I jump back because he is waiting there with towels beside the sink. “Here you go”. He says passing the towels. “Don’t you think it’s kind of rude of you to follow me in here”? “I wanted to make sure you had a towel”.. I wash my hands and take the towel from him. “Can I have your phone number”? He asks. “I don’t think you want to call me, I live far and it’s Long Distance”. “Can I have your address then”. “I don’t think so”. “Pleeeeaaaaseee”?? Why am I having this conversation with this person in the woman’s washroom. “Sorry, no”. I turn around and walkaway.

Back at the car Paul is looking hot and cranky. He’s pouring water on himself from the water bottles too cool off. I tell him about the incident in the washroom which gets him all that much crabbier.

We get back in the car and due to construction we have to take a long way around the downtown area to get to the road to Treasure Beach. I see the sign to Treasure Beach but it doesn’t indicate which way to turn, so I choose right which ends up being the wrong way and we have to make the tour around downtown again to get back. Paul is grumbling and I’m hot and getting irritated myself. Finally get back to the crossroad again and make a left. Finally we’re out of Black River.

On the way, I notice that the scenery is much different. It seems flatter, the hills I do see in the distance aren’t as green and it just feels very dry , almost like a desert. Passing through the intertwining roads we see glimpses of emerald water through the trees, the waves look very rough. We pass a couple of beautiful of homes and I daydream about what would be like to live there.




After some time we see a sign that says Treasure Beach 12 KM. I can’t tell if the arrow is pointing straight ahead or to the right. It’s kind of pointing right smack in the middle. I take a guess and keep going straight. Paul asks “Are you sure you’re going the right way”? “I saw the sign” I say. He says nothing and we continue on. The road takes us close to this large mountain and we are now on a dirt road. There is NOTHING around us, I feel like I’m in a time period from long ago. “I knew it we went the wrong way”. He mutters. Well then why the HECK didn’t you say anything. I think. “Shall we keep going”? I ask. “I don’t know, I told you I don’t know this area”. Great co-pilot. After about 10 more minutes of driving into nowheres land it is quite evident that we are lost. Paul goes on a tangent “Baby, if you’re lost you need to stop and ask for directions, now we’re lost…..BLAH BLAH BLAH”. Oh Yeah, It’s all MY fault. Like he couldn’t have told me to stop and turnaround. I stop the car, look at him and say “You know WHAT? LET’S just turnaround and go back to Negril”. He grumbles “We came all this way and you want to turnaround and go back. You’re not making any sense”. At that I burst into tears. Although I don’t let him see it because I’d be damned if he was going to see my cry. So, picture me driving but looking out of the driver’s side window versus the front window.

We approach a lone man walking down the street and Paul tells me to pull over. “Rasta”! He calls out. He then asks him for directions to TB. The man points down the road and then I lost him after that, his arms and fingers were pointing in every which direction. I sure hope Paul understood. I carry on driving down the road, and take a stab at turning right when I get to the end. I’m not talking to Paul at the moment so he better say something if I’m going the wrong way.

A short while later we pull over at a tiny roadside store, Paul asks the woman for directions and it seems we are near. Only one more right and then a left. I make the right and then the left. “Are you sure you are going the right way”? He asks. “She said right and then left” I respond dryly. We drive over a hill and I see water. FINALLY. From the hill the view looks just like a painting. The roads below wind around trees and the waves crash along the shore. I see people fishing and many boats parked along the beach. Too bad I was too ticked off to take a picture from that spot.

We make our way down the hill and I just drive towards the water. On the beach, I park the car and get out to take some pictures along the beach.





Paul makes his way into a little drink store and I follow soon after. He’s sitting down at a table with a soda and I pull up a stool. There is a Jamaican woman who works at the counter sitting with a Canadian man and they are conversing over a Red Stripe.

There is a dominoes box on the table that Paul and I are sitting at with the dominoes spilled across the table. I decide to make friends with him again. “Do you know how to play”? I ask. Dumb question. “Yeah”. He turns over the dominoes and collects some in his hand. I ask him how many to pickup and how to actually play this game. He tells me and I start to catch on after a few rounds. The man and woman at the other table watch, the man says after awhile “How about a tournament”? Paul says “Yeah”! as we move the table around to accommodate them. Oh great, I’m in a dominoes tournament with two Jamaicans and a Canadian guy who obviously knows how to play since he called this tournament. I try real hard to hold those darn pieces but they keep slipping it of my hand. I try to line them up in front of me and I get chastised for it because apparently you’re not supposed to do that. After an hour of playing we decide to leave.

Before heading back we stop off at a restaurant and pick up some food and drinks with us to eat on the way back. No problems getting home, by the time we reached Negril the sun was setting. I’m feeling exhausted, I drag myself up to the room and sit on the end of the bed. Paul sits down beside me, looks at me and says with this sad face “You’re getting sick of me aren’t you”. I say “I’m not getting sick of you, you just hurt my feelings today that’s all”. We talk it over and all’s well. “You hungry”? He asks. “Not really, but by the time we’re served I will be”. “You know that’s right”.

After eating at the FH restaurant we head upstairs and snuggle up to watch a series of movies, laugh our faces off at the standup comedy show on BET and talk about everything till the wee hours. This is the only night we stay in.

[SeanPaulGyal]

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I am loving your report girl

[geocox]

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OH yes.


Geo