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Re: OchoRios - First trip to Jamaica
Nia, by all means keep us posted on your trip!! I am addicted to these trip reports. Marilyn, I am a huge fan of your writing. Maybe that is why it is similar because I love your style. Next time I run into Joseph, I'll have to call him by his new name. Gummy Stamp. I think it suits him. On we go....
He asks “How did you like the stuff”? “We didn’t”. Danielle responds. “What kind of bull*&$# was that you tried to give us anyways”. I think she’s learned the art of not beating around the bush. He ignores her and walks away. Hmm, that wasn’t so bad.
We walk up the entrance ramp at M’ville and stand in line. When it is our turn, the cashier asks us to see our bathing suits. We flash her and pull out our 10 dollar bills. The price is 15 dollars she says. But the ad said 10$...nope, it’s 15$ she is not budging. OK, who’s got extra money, we’ll square it away later. We each look at one another, NONE of us brought extra money?? Great. We don’t have anymore money we tell her. Honestly we thought it was 10$. The people in line behind us are giving us looks like “nice try”. The cashier rolls her eyes and gets the manager. The manager gives us a once and nods her head to let us in. Thank-you!!
When we walk in, there is definitely a much different “vibe” than yesterday. People seem to be buzzing and talking and the dance floor is half way full. There are more people although not packed as it is only 11:30. We take a walk around the pool and park ourselves at the bench overlooking the ocean. People are flying out the waterslide and splashing everywhere. I guess a popular reggae song comes on and you can hear roars from the around the room. I poke Olivia, look at that!! There is dancing going on in the pool that looks like it is more suited for the bedroom than a club. I can’t even explain what they were doing because I’d probably get deleted for writing it. A Jamaican guy who calls himself “Mr.G” came to talk to us. He said he’d buy us a round of drinks. How nice of you to offer I’m thinking, the drinks are free with admission.
The dance floor starts getting pretty busy so we go out there to dance. There are two Jamaican girls in the middle with shorts hiked way up high, they’ve got their hands on the floor and are doing some crazy dance moves and I can’t even believe what I’m seeing. The crowd gathers around them and the energy seems to really pickup. It’s about 13:00 now and the place is jam packed. One of the first things I notice is how close everyone is dancing. Olivia has found a really cute guy and is wining like there is no tomorrow. Danielle and I have danced with a couple of people, then I feel someone dancing up really close behind me. I spin around and look him in the face. He’s got a half smirk on his face because he surprised me. He looks young, and has somewhat of a bad boy look. He’s wearing a visor and a basketball type jersey and he’s got pretty light skin. (He later on tells me they call him a “red” guy in Jamaica). I have somebody at home, but for some reason I want to dance with him and nobody else in that room. He is putting his hands on my hips and is dancing REALLY close. I’m not too sure about all this. I say to him “you know, we don’t dance like this back home” wondering if he’s going to move away. I don’t really want him too, but my self-conscious feels better saying it. He says really closely in my ear “when in Rome, do like the Romans do”. I felt his breath on my neck and my God, my knees get so weak and I don’t even know what is happening to me. Maybe it what we smoked before we got there, maybe it was the music, maybe it was just because we are in this beautiful country, I don’t know why I am feeling SO attracted this guy. I danced with him for the rest of the night. Back home I have been with the same man for 11 years, since I was 18 years old and never so much have even held another guy’s hand. It is now 01:45 and the Jamaica Grande bus is here to pick us up. I think to myself, do we really have to go so soon?? I tell him I have to leave now. He asks me where I am going to be tomorrow night. Over the course of the night we had heard that the Amnesia is good on Thursday. I told him I may be at the Amnesia. He looks at me so intently with this half curved smile. He says “I’ll see you there”.
The whole way home we talk about how much fun we had and how sad it was that we left so soon. We are still buzzing when we get back to the Grande so we head out to the beach for a late night swim as we have our swimsuits on. We float around and talk about what fun we had. We take some pictures out on the beach and then go up to our room to sleep. I don’t even know his name, but I can’t get his face out of my mind and I dream of him that night.
Nia, by all means keep us posted on your trip!! I am addicted to these trip reports. Marilyn, I am a huge fan of your writing. Maybe that is why it is similar because I love your style. Next time I run into Joseph, I'll have to call him by his new name. Gummy Stamp. I think it suits him. On we go....
He asks “How did you like the stuff”? “We didn’t”. Danielle responds. “What kind of bull*&$# was that you tried to give us anyways”. I think she’s learned the art of not beating around the bush. He ignores her and walks away. Hmm, that wasn’t so bad.
We walk up the entrance ramp at M’ville and stand in line. When it is our turn, the cashier asks us to see our bathing suits. We flash her and pull out our 10 dollar bills. The price is 15 dollars she says. But the ad said 10$...nope, it’s 15$ she is not budging. OK, who’s got extra money, we’ll square it away later. We each look at one another, NONE of us brought extra money?? Great. We don’t have anymore money we tell her. Honestly we thought it was 10$. The people in line behind us are giving us looks like “nice try”. The cashier rolls her eyes and gets the manager. The manager gives us a once and nods her head to let us in. Thank-you!!
When we walk in, there is definitely a much different “vibe” than yesterday. People seem to be buzzing and talking and the dance floor is half way full. There are more people although not packed as it is only 11:30. We take a walk around the pool and park ourselves at the bench overlooking the ocean. People are flying out the waterslide and splashing everywhere. I guess a popular reggae song comes on and you can hear roars from the around the room. I poke Olivia, look at that!! There is dancing going on in the pool that looks like it is more suited for the bedroom than a club. I can’t even explain what they were doing because I’d probably get deleted for writing it. A Jamaican guy who calls himself “Mr.G” came to talk to us. He said he’d buy us a round of drinks. How nice of you to offer I’m thinking, the drinks are free with admission.
The dance floor starts getting pretty busy so we go out there to dance. There are two Jamaican girls in the middle with shorts hiked way up high, they’ve got their hands on the floor and are doing some crazy dance moves and I can’t even believe what I’m seeing. The crowd gathers around them and the energy seems to really pickup. It’s about 13:00 now and the place is jam packed. One of the first things I notice is how close everyone is dancing. Olivia has found a really cute guy and is wining like there is no tomorrow. Danielle and I have danced with a couple of people, then I feel someone dancing up really close behind me. I spin around and look him in the face. He’s got a half smirk on his face because he surprised me. He looks young, and has somewhat of a bad boy look. He’s wearing a visor and a basketball type jersey and he’s got pretty light skin. (He later on tells me they call him a “red” guy in Jamaica). I have somebody at home, but for some reason I want to dance with him and nobody else in that room. He is putting his hands on my hips and is dancing REALLY close. I’m not too sure about all this. I say to him “you know, we don’t dance like this back home” wondering if he’s going to move away. I don’t really want him too, but my self-conscious feels better saying it. He says really closely in my ear “when in Rome, do like the Romans do”. I felt his breath on my neck and my God, my knees get so weak and I don’t even know what is happening to me. Maybe it what we smoked before we got there, maybe it was the music, maybe it was just because we are in this beautiful country, I don’t know why I am feeling SO attracted this guy. I danced with him for the rest of the night. Back home I have been with the same man for 11 years, since I was 18 years old and never so much have even held another guy’s hand. It is now 01:45 and the Jamaica Grande bus is here to pick us up. I think to myself, do we really have to go so soon?? I tell him I have to leave now. He asks me where I am going to be tomorrow night. Over the course of the night we had heard that the Amnesia is good on Thursday. I told him I may be at the Amnesia. He looks at me so intently with this half curved smile. He says “I’ll see you there”.
The whole way home we talk about how much fun we had and how sad it was that we left so soon. We are still buzzing when we get back to the Grande so we head out to the beach for a late night swim as we have our swimsuits on. We float around and talk about what fun we had. We take some pictures out on the beach and then go up to our room to sleep. I don’t even know his name, but I can’t get his face out of my mind and I dream of him that night.
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