It was the best of times, it was the worse of times.
Arriving in Jamaica and leaving Jamaica.
Ras and i had a swell of a good time. Some days I would drive up into the hills,
some days Ras came down to the beach.
We kicked it like Champs.
We ate, drank and were 2 merry souls toasting to life.
The day after our match was one of the best days.
We ate Jerk pork up at Ragga-bones in Red Ground, Mmmm good!
They have the coldest beers in town too.
We then went back to Pilots and shot a few games of pool.
We are friends for life, so even though I won the Championship of Negril, we still had alot of fun trying to figure out different games like "last pocket" and "Nine Ball".
I must review the rules and next time we will play the nine ball.
There is a game called "snookers".
I pool table with no holes, I think you score by banking the cue ball and then hitting a certain ball off the many banks. (I think)
Nothing like having fun with a buddy in Jamaica.
I have been home for a week, and I miss enjoying life in Negril with my man Ras.