Negril - rebel style report. The last days.......

[rebelgirl]

I figured i start a new treat for the last 2 1/2 days because the first part is about to reach 5 page. I remember vaguely something about admin requesting mods close posts more than 4 pages and continue the discussion in a new post so I figured that is what i should. Anyway on with the show.......

Day 12

We wake up normally and start our day. I ask Isla if she would like pancakes from the bar for breakfast , yes she wants pancakes but she doesn't want to go to the Firefly bar to eat them When Grandma comes for coffee I ask her if she will stay with Isla while I go order her some pancakes. She agrees.

I go down and order some of these yummy pancakes I've been watching people eat on the few occasions I've been down at the firefly bar during the morning. I tell Megan my order and get a coffee and head down towards the beach. now this is the way to start the day. Drinking a cup off coffee near the ocean, watching the waves swish back and forth. It's very quiet down on the beach, I'm one of 2 guests sitting on the beach as far as the eye can see. i silently watch the lady next to the firefly hang her colorful wraps, and dresses, over the lines strung between the trees. I am Mesmerized by the array of colors and patterns as they dance, and sway in the ocean breeze. I find it interesting that 4 of the wraps she has for sale have tradition Celtic patterns, theres a turquoise blue and black one I'm particularly fond of. Maybe it's some genetic throw back from my Scottish ancestry, but I have always loved the fanciful lions and dragon designs woven into Celtic knots. I consider that later I may buy one, but for now I'm just content to watch it dance.

It takes quite a while for the pancakes to be ready but I don't care in the least, the morning is so warm, and quiet, I am enjoying every minute. And just for those minutes I forget all the worry and stress that has happened on this trip. This is one of those defining moments, one that embraces the perfect bliss I have felt in Jamaica, and few other places. The moment is over the pancakes are ready. I thank Megan, pay, and head off to the room. They do look delicious.

When I get back Grandma gives a look of disapproval at how long I was gone. but all is well, she goes back to her room and Isla sits down in front of her breakfast. she doesn't eat much , and I finish off the lovely fluffy pancakes. If i come back again, i will grill Megan on how she makes them. Very good.

Isla asks about Tony and the shell for the next few hours, I assure her he hasn't forgotten but I can't say when he will arrive. We draw a few pictures sit on the veranda and generally just spend a lazy morning not worrying about anything, well except for Isla and the shell. "What if he's forgotten, what if he doesn't come?" she repeats this every 10, or 15 minutes, until finally sometime in the afternoon grandpa comes bearing a large Conch shell Isla is ecstatic.




Tony has painted a nice design on it, maybe to cover it's slightly worn appearance, and maybe just to give it that special touch. Either way Isla loves it . Someone would like to see you Grandpa comments . "Tony?". Isla doesn't want to go down to the beach but I convince her she should give Tony a thank you present, like one of the nice drawings she's done.



She agrees, she really likes Tony so it isn't that hard to sway her, and we head down to the beach.



Tony comes over to greet us and Isla gives him her drawing which she has written "To Tony" on.



Tony had told Isla before she got sick that he would take her and show her how to collect and open almands from the almond tree. He asks her if she would like to gather some now, and try them. although Isla is still tired, and not feeling her best, she is very interested in finding out what Tony is talking about. They off walk towards the empty lot beside the Firefly. It's nice to see her out, and I'm hoping that I can keep her out of the room longer today than in past attempts since she's started healing. I follow behind camera in hand. I've gotten so few pictures of Isla outside the room since the first 4 days . i want her to have some visual record of her experiences on the trip besides her illness.





She gets to try a neese(sp?)berry too, but really doesn't like it, i eat one, and remeber I don't really like them either. she does like the fresh almonds though.

to be continued so i can post more pictures.......................

[rebelgirl]

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Oh for anyone hasn't read the first part and wants too. here is the link; http://www.jamaicans.com/ubb/ultimat...c;f=3;t=003087

[rebelgirl]

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After a time Isla tires of looking for almands and decides to return to the beach. she has been out for a longer time today and she and i walk along the edge of the ocean, the light from the late afternoon sun gives everything a golden glow (I guess that's why it's called the golden hour [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img] ). The beach is very quiet and I can't help but take another group of pictures in an attempt to catch that beautiful, and somber walk we take down the beach.

Together, yet alone, happy, yet sad, there really was a sense that Isla and I were of one mind for a short time silently reflecting on who we were, and what our journey on the beautiful planet was all about. some of the best photo's of Isla I took on my trip were my reward for trying to capture the feeling of our short journey down the beach.







Isla is tired so we return to the room. I have planned to go with Tony to Errol's for a plate of Curry goat tonight so i slowly start to get ready. Isla climbs back into bed and sits and admires her shell. "Isn't it beautiful mommy, it's so big! Tony's a really nice man isn't him mommy." "Yes he is sweetie very nice."



Soon the sun is set and it is time for me to head off on my quest for Curry Goat. Isla is going to have a grilled cheese in grandma and grandpa's room. she reluctantly leaves her shell behind with my assurance she will see it again soon. I bid the family farewell and head down to the bar where Tony is waiting.

Off we go down the beach. It's very colourful on the beach, many of the hotels like the Coco Palm (?) are covered in Christmas lights it's amazing how quiet the beach is. the moon on the ocean. i notice the stars don't seem as bright as they used to, perhaps it's all the Christmas lights, of maybe Negril has become built up enough that it's just the city lights that now make the stars seem fainter. i remember my first trips and how brilliant the milkyway was, how the sky seemed so crowded stars that it may burst and spill them into the sea. I guess progress has greater cost than just devouring the shores and jungle, it would seem progress eats the stars as well. I'm used to that though, at home i can count the amount of stars I see with ease, i suppose someday the whole world will lose the stars under the glare of civilization.

Tony points out all the new hotels and restaurant and bars. you remember the empty lot that was here sunny?" " yes maybe. Isn't that a new hotel?" "Right you remember." "Yes I remember" I ask about the office and The fisherman's club and all the other things that are now gone and Tony fills me in on whether they have moved or were replaced.

We reach Errol's. i don't remember if it was there before or not. i think in the past that by the time i reached this part of the beach, I had hit enough little bars to not notice much of what I passed. Tony checks to make sure the goats not finish, and thankfully it's all fine. We sit down order a beer and talk about things past and present. We talk about the election and if anything has changed. But Tony is Rasta and doesn't want to talk much about politics. "Rasta don deal with that sunny." He tells me some stories of a shoot out he witness in Bluefield's while hiding under a table, he tells me of his family, and of all the things he's done, and seen over the last 9 years.

Before i know it we've finished our dinner, and it is time to go. the goat was veruy nice. I ask Tony what I should give his lady friend who served us as a tip. Tony gestures for me to put my money away. I learn after we leave the restaurant his friend had over charged me for the meal. "She already got her tip Sunny." I feel grateful for Tony's guidance, he's always looked out for me when I've been in Jamaica. plenty a time Tony has prevented me from paying more than i should.

We walk back down the beach towards the firefly. Tony then adapts some unexpected behavior. He rubs my shoulders as we walk telling me i should let him give me a massage. i politely decline. I'm quite relaxed and prefer not to go there. I change the subject put a couple of feet in between us, and ask him to tell me about Rasta. When we arrive at the sunset bar i decide i will stay for one more redstripe , i still have time left. While talking Tony makes advances and starts hugging me, so i have to have a heart to heart with him about it not being like that. I'm a mom now and I'm not into casual things. But as Tony talks he isn't talking casual things. I turn his down as gently as I can. though he has been my friend for a long time I am not thinking of him that way. I'm not interested.

I'm a little put off, I wasn't expecting it, and I'm not sure what his motivation is, but I like to think it was honorable. Part of me couldn't help wonder though if partly how much worse Tony's financial situation is why he felt compelled to, but i won't let myself think that. i had thought the lines had been pretty clearly defined my last visit but i guess I hadn't drawn them clearly enough this visit. Live and learn. I don't let it bother me too much. I still hold Tony close to my heart I'll just keep in mind if i ever go back to make things clear on our first moment of reunion so that there won't be any prolonged misconceptions, or surprizes.

I return to Grandma and Grandpa's room to retrieve Isla. she is happy and well she actually ate most of her dinner which makes me happy. we return to our room. grandma and Grandpa come over for a brief bit before heading down to the bar. they still burn coils and evacuate their room every evening. I have not used any since Isla got sick i just keep the doors closed and haven't had much problem.

Isla goes to sleep quickly after they leave. i sit up and write some poems and think. One more night left, I'm trying to soak everything i can in. all the night noises all the smells every little bug I see. i step out on the veranda for a minute to inhale some damp night air. Then a bit of a shock as a huge something lands on my leg. Slick and shiny and quite cold feeling, being not quite sure what it is at first I brush it off onto the chair beside me, then i realize it's a cricket and relax a little. very big and quite ugly really. but i get in as close as i can for a good look. I've heard the crickets singing their chorus with the frogs every night but I've never actually gotten a good look at the Jamaican variety. 4 times as big as the little tree frogs i wonder to myself if they eat the little frogs. clumsily the giant bug hops off into the night. I smile and head inside to my pillow. Tomorrow soon come.

[rebelgirl]

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Last full day!

this morning when i wake up all i can think about is doing something i haven't done yet. we are planning to go to the craft market, but is there anything else i can do today in the time that is left? I don't know lots of things I'd like too but, having spent most of my money on Isla medicines, (Although grandma paid more than me) ambulance ride and cab ride back from Sav, as well as my dinner last night etc. don't really have anything to spend doing anything, Isla still has all her money, she hasn't gotten a chance to spend it. So the craft market ends up being our only actual plan for the day. i had wanted to take Isla on a glass bottom boat to see the reef but she just hasn't been up to it.

We start the day off with a trip down to the Firefly bar. Isla appetite is back and she wants a cheese sandwich on hard dough bread for breakfast. But when we get down there they are working on the kitchen some electrical problem has made it so they can't use the hotplate, so nothing can be made cause the repair guy has taken over most of the counter space. I try and talk Isla into going back to the room for a sandwich but she insists she can wait she wants one made by Megan not me. OK at least there is Ting and I'm not hungry so We sit and just chill. It takes about an hour for the kitchen to be fixed by this time Isla is quite hungry

Megan makes her a sandwich in a flash and Isla contentedly wolfs it down, ah at last back to normal. Isla gets to try a glass of the fruit punch Megan makes for another guest and she is hooked i take a sip i can see why. another thing i had forgotten about in Jamaica the yummy fruit punch. Oh well. grandpa takes Isla over to the jewelry stand of a man he has befriended on the beech . He had lent the man some J a few days ago in advance of buying Isla a necklace Isla picks a lovely Hematite necklace with a tigers eye tooth pendant. She's very happy she starts plotting buying the beach but i urge her to wait for the craft market "there will be lots of things to buy there Isla"

after we finish I take up my hummingbird obsession for the last time. I have been periodically revisiting it every time i find myself bored and procrastinating but i haven't been able to catch a single on one film. me and Isla wander around the yard looking for anything interest i haven't taken a picture of yet and quietly hoping a hummingbird happens by. i take allot of pictures.




Isla's favorite cat family happen by and so begins the chase




but cat's being as clever as they are, lose her pretty quick. Back to the humming bird hunt.




Finally tiring of this hunting i bring Isla back to the room to get ready for our trip to the craft market. Then a little visitor happens by, and for once I have the camera!!




Yes!! I feel so satisfied, although it's not the spectacular doctor bird, and the pictures aren't the best, i m happy with my prize. It was hard won, and like a parting gift from Jamaica to me. I'd been teased, and taunted while I had been on the prowl for a picture like this, but it wasn't until i resigned my chase that I was granted it as a gift. If only i had given up so finally earlier i may have captured my doctor bird. Not! that's the thing with rewards we always want to push it a little further, and be given bigger ones. I won't this is just perfect.

to be continued with more pictures

[libbyT]

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Bought time...thought you'd forgotton Rebel [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img]
Great pictures, colors are wonderful, makes you feel like your there, & that shell...beautiful. Hope Isla is well.

[rebelgirl]

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Originally posted by libbyT:
[qb]Bought time...thought you'd forgotton Rebel [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img]
Great pictures, colors are wonderful, makes you feel like your there, & that shell...beautiful. Hope Isla is well.[/qb]

Yes i know notice i didn't make any feeble excuses as to why it took me so long to continue again [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img] that cause i don't have any, i did sort of forget [img]/forums/images/graemlins/blush.gif[/img]

thank you for the compliments doing this report, looking at the pictures has helped me stay warm this winter. It's really nice it's almost like I've visited Jamaica repeatedly this winter. i have a vivid imagination every time i write this and look at my pictures, I'm right back there, I'm loving doing it.

Isla is doing OK finishing up yet more antibiotics from yet another chest infection, it's been a bad health year through this winter, but she's on the mend and doing just fine,. thanks for asking [img]/forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif[/img]

[Englan Girl]

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Hi Rebel, just thought I'd stop lurking and come out of the woodwork to say that I've enjoyed reading your posts and the pictures are really wonderful (I must buy a digital camera). Glad to see that Isla is doing ok despite the winter bugs [img]/forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif[/img]

[Bink - the Only]

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yes, englan girl, i agree. i have read rapaciously and felt swept along with rebel on her trip.

your writing is wonderful, rebel. your parenthood is even more laudible.

i thank you so much for sharing this with us. isla shall forever be in my heart.

[Redj]

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Hi Rebel:

Thanks for all the pics, I loved the ones of cat chase/ through the clothes lines at Firefly!

Great report, "its almost over, except the crying".

One thing i noticed when fly home into the North, I know you are getting close to home, when the planes get smaller and smaller.

Take care, looking forward to doing lunch.

Keep the faith!

[SistahD]

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Great writing and pics Rebel! Keep it coming!

[rebelgirl]

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Last day part II

we are going to the market with Jerry from the Firefly, Tony's coming too. Isla is excited. at first she was confused when i had told her of the craft market, she thought it was a place to by craft supplies, then she thought she would get to make crafts there. Now she understood it was a place she could go and act out her consumerism fantasies, and buy, buy, buy, spend, spend, spend. Well not really I have limited her to 2 things, because i know her tendencies, and because we don't have much room in our bags for stuff to bring back. I have already taken up a good deal with my bottle of rum, Tia Maria, coffee, a 2ltr of ting (this bottle will torment me on the trip back, but it was worth every ache in my shoulder, and ever kink in my neck), and spices for my friend.

Time to go, we all pile in Jerry's van, He has his daughter with him, Christmas vacation has begun for Jamaican children. Now that is civilized. Kids in Canada will not be out of school until the 21st. I remember all to well the anticipation of the holidays and the disappointment at how fast they went by, and they have gotten shorter since I was a school girl.

Jerry's daughter is a quiet shy girl, but i manage to get a quick smile out of her by saying something dumb, I'm good for that sometimes. The ride is so quick that in a flash we are getting out of the van at the market.

Isla running on her feet, and soon is inside a shop, pointing, pulling, and remarking at all the stuff. she immediately finds a crocodile she wants, and the lady who runs the shop is telling her "of course you can have that one sweetie" but i remind Isla we have just gotten here, and there are allot of shops to look at. I tell her if she still wants the croc after we have looked around we will come back and get it. Off we go, we go through the market in a rag tag style, Isla darting here, darting there, wanting this, wanting that.



Some things that she wants are as big as she is, some are small, but she seems to want it all. One of the little shops she goes into has a pushy rude man that tries to force me into buying a croc, much like the first one Isla saw, he even starts bagging it while I'm telling him that we are not interested. i walk out and say if i want it I'll come back, but I'm not interested right now. But mostly it's a pleasant experience the shop keepers know a little consumer when they see one, and everybody is trying to get Isla into their shop. In the few short minutes we've been here Isla has gotten the idea, and simply says a very definite " I'm just looking" when she walks into their shops.

Tony has a carver friend, Carl, in the market and i decide we should go to his shop. He has a very nice carved crocodile more detail than the first ones, and bright colours that catche Isla's eye. Isla decides this is the one,



although she eyes a 2 foot one that she would rather have, but that's not happening. Tony gets me a good price. i feel that is always the way to go if you have a friend, then you give your business to their friends, this strengthens their connections to the community.

We peruse through a few more shops. Grandma buys a gift for a friend back home, a marble dish. and I enjoy browsing the wide assortment of carvings, and painting, and dyed fabrics. Most impressive are the wooden sculptures of varying subject matter, that are as big as me, although some of the small ones are beautiful too. the fine details in the large ones shows the skill and patients of the carvers.

Isla finds a little gecko carving in another store i purchase for her, and so ends her spending power. i get grandma to watch Isla, while i go off to buy her a little drum I saw, from Tony's friend. this i plan as a Christmas present. all children love things that make noise, Isla has an exception love of percussion instruments. I'm not sure if it the look on my face that she loves when she is banging, and thumping them in my ear. Or the fact her father is also drum obsessed, and when she was a baby they would spend hours banging, and whacking drums, driving me mad.

I notice some ornately carved wooden tea sets on the high shelves of Carl's shop. truly works of art, If i had the money, and the room, I would have brought one home. I love wood and the grain and detail on these is very enticing, but I only get the drum. I ask Carl if i can take a picture of him and post it in the story of my trip online. He agrees.



I go track down Isla. and the grandparent. Grandma is not all that happy, supposedly they ran into another pushy shop keeper. but Isla handled it alright. she is starting to fade though, and I take her to the benches in the center courtyard of the market to have a little rest. we decide it is probably time to go, so Tony and grandpa go off to find a phone to call Jerry



Isla sits and recovers from her shopping marathon.



I take some pictures of the doorways that surround me. Fabrics in all the hues, and shades of the rainbow hang on dividers and doorways, in every direction I cast my glance. The pictures really do not do justice to the rich banquet of colour spread before me.





Shortly Tony and Grandpa return, then Jerry arrives, and so ends the market adventure. Only about an hour in length, but i think we all feel like it was a little longer. The drive back seems quicker than it was there, and we all pile out, and back to our assorted rooms. Tony and Grandpa have redstripe on their minds. Isla has a nap on hers.

to be continued for more pics again (cheesy grin)

[rebelgirl]

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Isla naps for a while. i begin sorting out what I will pack later tonight. I do take some time to sit, and reflect on the fact that it is really coming to a finish. although this one has been a long haul, and I am still looking forward to going home to a degree, There is always the sense that it was just not enough time. how much had i missed, how much still left to be seen, and heard, and smelt. ah well i won't let myself get to worried about it.

Isla wakes from her nap, and discovered a carelessly unattended bag. Hmmmm what in that I wonder? Next thing i hear is "Mom who's the drum for?" Ooops well ahhh, quickly trying to decide if i will lie and say it is for someone else or, give up the gig and let her begin driving my crazy now. "It is for you dear, it was going to be a Christmas present." I smile and shout in a jovial voice "Merry Christmas!"
"Cool" and she immediately start thumping out a tune.



It's just a small bamboo drum, still noisy enough for me, it does have a nice sound though. She spends the next few hours amusing herself with her new treasures gathered around her.

We are going to go to Chances for dinner this evening, and I have nothing better to do, So i get me and Isla ready to go early. soon enough though dinner time.

I finally get to meet the lady that makes the lovely orange juice Grandpa has bought many mornings. Grandpa introduces me (unfortunately i have forgotten her name) she has a sweet smile and we exchange greetings, Isla runs off though so i don't stay and chat for more than a second. Long enough to take her picture though and ask for permission to post it.



Chances is a nice place. Big and open with a large well stocked bar, and a pool table. Right in front of the restaurant, a bit of a cultural icon for all of us that have cheered on Jamaica in the winter Olympics. the original Bobsled of the Jamaican bobsled team. i just have to take some pictures while everyone else finds a place to sit. So very touristy of me, but then i am a tourist so what does anyone expect





We place our orders as the twilight encroaches. our spirits are high, we are trying to make the best of our last evening here. We sit and watch the last sunset we will see from the shores of this lovely Island.



Isla is having fun too, it's so nice to see her back to normal, with her smile shining into the night.



I snap a picture of a plastic sign I have seen hanging at several places.



I am camera crazy now, taking pictures of anything i think might help me bring as much of Jamaica home with me as possible.

Isla complains of feeling cold. i have brought an extra shirt with me so I put it on top of what she is wearing. i don't see how she could be cold, perhaps she has acclimatized better than me. i find it the perfect temperature. a short while later our dinner arrives. I'm having curry chicken. Isla doesn't like her fried chicken much but she picks and nibbles at it. then after a few bites she looks at me with that look. The one every mother recognizes after a few times of seeing it. "I, my, my, stomach doesn't feel........." I quickly get her up from the table and Tony helps me guide her over to the side of the restaurant so that most of it will be in the sand, instead of on the table and concrete floor. While this is happening i look over and see Charles over at the pool table I sort of wave, and sort of smile, because this isn't really one of those waving smiling kind of moments. when she is finished we rush off to the bathroom to get her cleaned up.

The second shirt was a saving grace, and has saved the rest of her clothes from being soiled. A little water here, some napkins there, and she is mostly back to being clean and normal. she says she feels better after that so we return to the table.

i quickly dart over to Charles as i know we won't be here for much longer, and hand him a piece of paper with my address on it. i ask if he'd like to join us, but he say's he has to run up the beach and will come back and join us. I mention Isla had been sick and we may not be here but if we are that would be nice. (i don't see him again.)

I go back to the table and try and finish my dinner, although my appetite is somewhat stifled. Isla wants to go back, grandpa says he will take her. Grandma, Tony, and i sit around kinda humming and hawing, we aren't really trying to hard to enjoy ourselves anymore, it's kinda silent, and not soon enough we decide to leave. It's a short walk back to the firefly.

On the way in, the night security decides to stop Tony and give him a little speech about the non existent security camera's, and how he knows Tony's face now, yadda, yadda. I'm not sure what to do, i just kinda stand there and stare. Tony has been hanging with us on the property for a few days now, and it's a little power trip I'm not sure how to deal with, or sure if i have the energy too. but Tony and him sort it out to a degree, and we all head back to the room. Isla is already in bed. Grandpa hangs out with Tony on the veranda of my room for a bit then heads off. Tony stays for a bit. we say our good byes, he won't be able to make it down to see us before we go tomorrow. I give him a big hug and tell him it won't be another 9 years before i see him again. he has my address i tell him to stay in touch, and off he goes.

When i get inside Isla is already mostly asleep, soon she's totally asleep. i take out my bags and start sorting the order that i will pack things. and making sure i have all my necessities in my carry-on for any emergency that should arise. acetaminophen check, candies for ears on plane check, decongestants check, extra clothes for stop overs, and stomach problems, check, money, papers, ID, camera, film, declarable things all in one bag, etc etc etc........ i pack a box to give to the ladies at the hotel of all the medications Isla never took or wouldn't take. about 8 or 9 bottles of assorted pain killers/ fever reducers, and decongestants all full (big rolleyes). I'm up till what I guess is about 2 o'clock making sure everything needed, and not, is in it's right place, and making sure that nothing has made it's self hidden, and forgettable.

When i do finally decide I have done enough and get into bed of course i can't sleep but that's all right i lie there and just listen. It's Friday night and all Negril is a party. Lots of cars with various degrees of noise emanating from them, roar up and down the road. It's almost like having your own personal DJ war, with all the stereos fighting it out with there throbbing beats. I'm enjoying it.

Then a loud bang, and all the noise dies down, a minute or 2 later another a little closer. I recognize this sound it has a subtle hollow echo that follows it. i used to go and fire rifles on a shooting range when I was in cadets as a teen. another minute or so another bang . this continues for a few more bangs. i'm not concerned because they don't get close enough to alarm me, but that is the end of the noise, and party in the night.

i half expected sirens that never came, as i start to drift off into sleep, wondering if i would get a chance to find out what happened tomorrow before we leave. chances are it was just a yahoo, treating a fire arm like a big noise maker? but with the murder across the street 2 weeks earlier i can't help wondering as if Negril will have another investigation going down on the beaches in the next few weeks. Nothing for me to do but let myself slip into dreamland putting those questions aside until I can, if I can, find answers to them. it is very quiet now and before i know it I'm asleep

[rebelgirl]

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Originally posted by Englan Girl:
[qb]Hi Rebel, just thought I'd stop lurking and come out of the woodwork to say that I've enjoyed reading your posts and the pictures are really wonderful (I must buy a digital camera). Glad to see that Isla is doing ok despite the winter bugs [img]/forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif[/img] [/qb]

Good to see you stopped lurking. [img]/forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif[/img] you should stop permanently I think [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img]

thank you [img]/forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif[/img] .

yes digital camera are very handy. i still haven't developed the film from isla's camera. I really appreciated being able to take 275 pictures without having to change a roll of film.

Thank you too bink, although if you were my kid you might have some qualms about my parenting i know Isla does [img]/forums/images/graemlins/blush.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img]

[rebelgirl]

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Originally posted by Redj:
[qb]Hi Rebel:

Thanks for all the pics, I loved the ones of cat chase/ through the clothes lines at Firefly!

Great report, "its almost over, except the crying".

One thing i noticed when fly home into the North, I know you are getting close to home, when the planes get smaller and smaller.

Take care, looking forward to doing lunch.

Keep the faith![/qb]

Ahh the small planes actually i think i prefer them to the big ones in some ways, they fly low enough you still get to breath real air instead of the recycled stuff. Besides the small plane trip are the short ones that kinda helps too. [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img]

I'm looking forward to lunch too! [img]/forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif[/img]

[rebelgirl]

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Originally posted by SistahD:
[qb]Great writing and pics Rebel! Keep it coming![/qb]

I'm working on it [img]/forums/images/graemlins/blush.gif[/img]

actually almost finished now one more half of a day [img]/forums/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img] dang then it's really over. ahh well i can always just keep reading other peoples reports and live vicariously through them [img]/forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif[/img]