06-03-2014, 09:47 AM
The next day was Thursday. I woke up early and went spearfishing with a friend from Canada named Chickster. Nice guy. Shayne the cabbie picked us up at Seastar because I had overdone it the night before and drank too many rum punches at Roots Bamboo, so I had left my scooter at Palms Negril.
Hey, it happens.
I caught a bunch of fish and then toted Chickster back on my scooter. On the way, I got into a confrontation with Gasford of Gas Bikes. He was mad that I had posted a video a year earlier of us getting into a dispute about him wanting to charge 200 dollars for a small scratch on the scooter. I talked him off the ledge and eventually erased the video a couple of days later.
Later, I headed with a yardie named Rick the Prick (nice guy from Texas) to Bourbon Beach. The place looks nice. I slid caretaker Shabba ten dollars to help me out with supplies, so I would have some at the beach. Bourbon Beach has been spruced up and is a lot nicer, though there are still an assortment of hustlers there, but not as many as before.
I also ate some jerk chicken at Smokey Joes and took a swim with yardies at Seastar Inn. There were five or six of us together in the pool, and I knew all of them from past trips. That was kinda cool. I had some spaghetti and took a nap. The Jungle club was coming up tonight, and I needed my rest.
Hey, it happens.
I caught a bunch of fish and then toted Chickster back on my scooter. On the way, I got into a confrontation with Gasford of Gas Bikes. He was mad that I had posted a video a year earlier of us getting into a dispute about him wanting to charge 200 dollars for a small scratch on the scooter. I talked him off the ledge and eventually erased the video a couple of days later.
Later, I headed with a yardie named Rick the Prick (nice guy from Texas) to Bourbon Beach. The place looks nice. I slid caretaker Shabba ten dollars to help me out with supplies, so I would have some at the beach. Bourbon Beach has been spruced up and is a lot nicer, though there are still an assortment of hustlers there, but not as many as before.
I also ate some jerk chicken at Smokey Joes and took a swim with yardies at Seastar Inn. There were five or six of us together in the pool, and I knew all of them from past trips. That was kinda cool. I had some spaghetti and took a nap. The Jungle club was coming up tonight, and I needed my rest.