06-21-2014, 10:02 AM
It’s Tuesday, a good morning for spearfishing today. The ocean was like glass, an aquarium in real-life size, and oh what a joy it was to be out there. I returned to Seastar Inn and gave the fish to Garrett, a friendly worker who always is asking for something, so it’s nice to kick him down every so often.
I ordered a grilled cheese at the restaurant, and it was good because the bread in Jamaica is twice as thick as the slices in the USA. I took a little nap only to discover the electrical current had gone out at about noon, and the generator was going, so that woke me up. Yes, unlike most hotels on the west end, the Seastar Inn has its own generator, and it comes in handy because through the years the electricity goes out about once a week or so.
I hit the pool, and Chickster said to meet him later at Margaritaville. The affable Canadian was headed there with his son. I don’t know how the two got away with leaving the wife at home, but they pulled it off, and I continually teased Chickster about the hell he would probably have to pay upon his return to the great white north.
I ordered a grilled cheese at the restaurant, and it was good because the bread in Jamaica is twice as thick as the slices in the USA. I took a little nap only to discover the electrical current had gone out at about noon, and the generator was going, so that woke me up. Yes, unlike most hotels on the west end, the Seastar Inn has its own generator, and it comes in handy because through the years the electricity goes out about once a week or so.
I hit the pool, and Chickster said to meet him later at Margaritaville. The affable Canadian was headed there with his son. I don’t know how the two got away with leaving the wife at home, but they pulled it off, and I continually teased Chickster about the hell he would probably have to pay upon his return to the great white north.