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Sounds like you left your mark again
SO!!! Did you find Sarge??????
Knew you'd like Kuyaba,s
That's my first and last stop every trip.
Did you sit up top in the loft??
Best view on the beach!
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Marilyn,
Is the food at Kuyaba very expenisve? I'll be there in about a month on my honeymoon for the first time (I have also heard good things about three dives, mi yard, chicken lavish, Normas, and Selinas coffee bar), anywhere else not to be missed?
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hey LADY!
i can feel your energy....WOW!
so glad you made it home and back to Memphis safely.
sounds like you had a GRAND time can't wait for the pictures
where exactly is tamboo.....probably something i've passed over and over since it's so close to legends
ohhhh and i REALLY excited about seasplash glad it got your seal of approval THANK YOU so much for checking it out for me...looks like more ladies on my end want to join GFT 04...it's gonna be on
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((Marilyn)) bravo girl glad to hear you had a wonderful trip AND got in some parasailing [img]/forums/images/graemlins/cool.gif[/img] especially loved your chat up in the sky...brought tears to my eyes too I'd like to parasail this trip especially the way you describe it
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I just had to drive to work. [img]/forums/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img]
SO I think I will write a little to calm my Nerves.
Three handsome men
I'm not ready for the nunnery yet, evidently I'm not washed up.
#1-
I met him when I was in Negril for the GFT. He was walking down the alley at Bar B Barn and walked past me while I was talking to Garret, the master carver. As he walked past me I noticed that he was just beautiful, that is the only word I can use, but it was his hair that got me. The hair was in these perfectly even satin twists. Not a hair, not one dared to be out of place.
He was now half way down the alley when I found my voice and said, "Oh his hair is so beautiful."
He turned, spun around on his heals and replied, "You think I am beautiful, I think YOU are beautiful." And thus began a friendship that has remained a friendship.
He's a hustler, in every sense of the word. As I have listened to his drama unfold I get a microsom of life on the beach. He struggles and he struggles in several different ways, but he is always there and he is always beautiful.
This trip his hair is just wild. The complete opposite of last trip. He thinks that I am disappointed in his appearance. To me, this makes him look more like a man...still beautiful.
There is fresh drama in his life. He pours it out to me bit by bit, and I listen. Just talk baby, tell mama all about it, but don't leave, because I love gazing at you. Angie calls him "something pretty to look at." Other ladies in the group comment on how gorgeous he is, and he is my favorite dance partner. Thursday night at the Jungle he cleared the dance floor, and although I was dancing with him, it was all his show.
When he dances, he is not of this earth, and he is not dancing WITH you or FOR you, he is transcending. The music is all inside his soul and he dances as though the devil is chasing him. He sweats off pounds he cannot afford to loose because he is tiny. I want to feed him until he can put on about 40 pounds, but I know it is futile, he would just dance it right off. Dancing with him is better than making love with him, I know by instinct.
He is a force to reckon with, and someone who's friendship I will always value, but anything else with him is dangerous.....I know it, so I keep him where I need to, at arms length.
When I return to Negril, I always hope he will be there, he is as much a part of it to me as the sunset.
#2
It is the day that Angie and I are running around seeing hotels. I need a cell phone that works right, so off to Digicel.
I am in the store when two police officers enter. One of them is standing near my right shoulder and I turn around to glance at him.
He is rich double dark choclate without a flaw. His hair is neatly, perfectly, cut and consist of wave after black satin wave. He has lashes that should be on a baby, and a set of even GLEAMing white teeth, and one of those smiles that makes the sun light up the entire Digicel store. There is that perfect, trimmed neat little moustache above perfect lips, and all of this combines to make my dream man. Where have you been all my life?
He inquires about my shirt. I have had GFT white dress shirts monogrammed for us. I explain the business and he asks questions. My eyes are focused on those perfect lips and they talk to give me little peeks at the perfect teeth beneath.
I want Angie to see him, she MUST. I ask him if he will go downstairs with me because I want my business partner to see him. He answers "she already saw me. SHe sitting in the car downstairs right?" I find out later that Angie did see him when he got off his bike, her heart stopped.
I take him downstairs anyway, and the three of us talk. Angie just shakes her head. I get his number and call him later.
He comes over to BBB later that evening and sits with all of ladies and entertains us. Peachy, Angie, Classy, and I are transfixed.
Later, he walks me back to Legends, and then he kissed me. I felt like I was drowning in the Caribbean. I knew that I was in deep deeep trouble. Just then, Classy knocked on the door. She was having some issues and I asked him to leave and let me talk to my girl. Thank you. oh thank you Classy. I don't want to loose my heart, soul, and money in Jamaica again.
We talk on the phone a few more times. He was supposed to be my date for Grange Hill, but didn't show. He called the next day with a million excuses, had no credit on the phone to call etc., and asked if I was mad. I told him that we have an expression in the US, don't hate the player, hate the game.
I tried to call him the day I was leaving to tell him how nice it was to meet him, but it was one of those crazy phone days in Jamaica, and it was saying I had no network coverage.
#3
Saved the best for last.
A long time ago when I first went to Negril at Queen's invitation, I was at Risky Business waiting on Alberto's boat ride to begin. There on the steps at Risky I saw an Ebony prince in flowing African attire. He was so chisled and so perfect that I walked up to him and said "You are Gorgeous." He seemed either taken aback, or so used to this statment that he might have been thinking "Oh no, not another one."
He really was very very reluctant when I asked if I could take his picture. He wouldn't cooperate with me or the camera, so I never got a shot that captured the essence of what my eye was seeing.
Last year when the GFT went to Bourbon Beach one evening....there he was again. If possible he had gotten even more handsome. That night Cathy from DC, her date, the prince and I went on the West End for a concert at the Kaiser hotel.
By this time the GFT had worn me out, and it is now the wee hours of the morning. I told him that if I didn't lay down somewhere I would pass out. He said "wait a minute let me get comfortable." He put us on a wall and told me to lay my head on his shoulder and go to sleep. He draped his long locks over me and I went blissfully to sleep in what smelled like a gentle rain forrest.
We never saw each other again that trip.
On my first day this trip I was walking near BBB and there he was. This was the first time I had seen him in regular clothes. He is always wearing something exotic and strange. Today he has on slacks, and a shirt with no sleeves. This is the first time I get a glimpse at long sleek strong arms, a tapered waist and a long lanky body.
He tells me that we lost touch. I remind him that I did call the next day after the concert, but he was busy and rushed off the phone. He says that we are not to loose touch again.
When the girls see him that night at Bourbon Beach he approaches me. He is wearing loose white slacks and a flowing over garment. Around his neck is a large cross and his perfect hair frames his face and drops to his shoulders.
Sistacaf is sitting there about to have a stroke. I am bursting with pride. "My GOD Marilyn, she breathes to me, he looks like a black version of all those pictures you see of Jesus." Funny, I am thinking the same thing.
This man unnerves me. Everytime I am in his presence I fumble and mumble and stumble and can't get it together. Most of the time that I am with him I just want him to go away so I can feel in charge of myself again. That is why I never pursued anything. Every fiber in my body tells me to run like hell, and I do.
He sits there with me and the girls as we enjoy the evening. We walk along the beach for a while, and talk, and part company at the end of the night with a promise of tomorrow.
The next time I see him, it's my last night there. We have kept in touch on the phone, but he has been busy....doing... whatever.
We are back at Bourbon Beach, and tonight it is a black flowing outfit,same cross. My outfit is a problem, the seam has come apart. I go to a friend's room who has the sewing kit. I walk past him and tell him I am going to get it fixed.
We enjoy the show and the Ja. Com folks. I do a little matchmaking for someone and it works well. I hook everyone up but me. Sad huh?
We go to a friend's porch and sit and talk and reason and get more acquainted. I tell him that I am insterested in getting to know him better before I even think of anything serious. He tells me that he wants me.
We walk on the beach and I tell him that I will be back, but I want to leave this trip as this trip. He hugs me and I step away still holding his hand and looking back at him. When our hands slip from each other I say. "Goodbye my Prince."
I return to Legends and try to get my stomach to stop flip flopping and my heart feeling sick.
I called him from the van on the way to the airport. He asked me to come for the New Year. he said he wanted to see it in with me. Now that would be a novel thing....me with a date for the New Year.
He asked me to call when I got safely home. I did, twice. Late last night before bed, he said,"I miss you so much BBEEEEEBEEEE, come back soon.
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((welcome back Marilyn)) sounds like the perfect little dose.. but not enough to keep you away for long.....
I have long time heard Kuyuba was great.. but have yet to go.. this time its surely on my list..
funny thing about parasailing...once a long time ago i asked about it..in mexico.. what i thought was them showing me how it all worked ended up with a jolt when the vest was on me and the boat taking off with me rising without my consent... i was totally unprepared.. and overwhelmed...even scared.. but i do remember that glorious view from the sky...
hope some of the photos are retrieved from any number of you.. love to see them....
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hollyr
I do not consider Kuyaba expensive. I can't remember how much my shrimp fettucini was, but the breakfast of the century that I had was only 10.95
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wow...that trip was gone in a flash but LURV the report, cant wait for the pics [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img]
I know how it feels to have to leave here, I always hated going back...now I'm blessed I dont have too ...you need to get yourself a little hotel girl(s)...GFT Villa & Spa...all male staff in little toga's..I'd book from now [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img]
oh and yes food...my stepson treated us to dinner at Kayoba..I had chicken in white wine sauce with wild mushrooms, a decent bottle of house wine & it was a good meal..same as what I'd expect in London at a decent resaurant & same price..its a nice setting as well...
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glad to hear you had a wonderful trip AND got in some parasailing [img]/forums/images/graemlins/cool.gif[/img] especially loved your chat up in the sky...brought tears to my eyes too I'd like to parasail this trip especially the way you describe it 
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