Summary: The best trip of my life, in large part due to the synergy between myself and the friend that I went on the trip with. We enjoyed the freedom and relaxation that resort tourism offers - the beach, waverunning, snorkeling, trip on the Catamaran, and to the Mayfield Falls. But the extras were getting to meet new friends (locals and tourists, including resort staff) and an excursion with two of them to the highest mountain in Negril, where only one tourist has gone before. We got to know every staff member on a first name basis, three of whom came to our room (our room was a hotbox lol, with music and 5 friends) the night before we were leaving, to say goodbye because they wouldn't be working the day shift the next morning. Young Jamaican friends too, a 19 year old and 15 year old that we'll stay in direct touch with, and who have great potential. If we can, we will eventually fly them in for a good time in Canada. Oh, and keeping a week-long alcohol buzz is absolutely incredible.
Tally:
Two excursions - Mayfield Falls and mountain top in Negril
Two clubs - Alfred's (on the beach) and The Jungle (not far, and just across the street). You've only seen dancing like that done at The Jungle in Youtube videos.
10 female tourists ready to get down - 2 mid 20's girls we met on the Catamaran trip, 2 mid 20s girls we met right after the Catamaran trip, 2 20 year olds who decided to have dinner at our resort as they walked along the 7 mile beach, 2 mid 20s Mormons from Utah we met on our way to Alfred's (they were ready to try new things, change their religion, and keep secrets from their boyfriends after I was finished rapping to them), 2 from Alfred's the cute one was digging me as was her mom who was there with them.
~10 prostitutes - in and outside of the parties and walking the beach at night. 4 of them groped my cock and balls through my shorts. Yes, they're that aggressive. Didn't want a disease so didn't go there with any of them even though some were gorgeous.
Tourist Friends - the two young 'uns who got married on Friday (there is no love in their relationship though, body language speaks louder than words. Bride was quite cute) and their entourage of friends, the teacher and his daughter (who wanted nothing more than for one of us to pick up his daughter; body language again), the fit MILF who wears that pants in her home and said she'd be willing to have an extra-marital sex romp with her husband knowing, two drunken middle-aged Canadians who partied with us and liked to sing Pink Floyd songs while drunk (I don't know those lyrics but my friend did. I grew up on Gangsta sh-t), the 50+ year old closet 'gayboy' as we privately called him who had piercings and tattooes all over his body and apparently 7 piercings in his scrotum. The Swedish family and their teenage kids.
Locals - the entire resort staff, Chris the harmless character from the beach always hustling but who is slowly degenerating due to an apparent crack addiction, the 19 year old and his 25 yr old friend who took us up the mountain, the intelligent and good natured 15 year old that we had a long talk with on the beach. Not SnakeEyes though, we called him. It's not just that he was trying to sell us things like coke and heroin (because others did too) but the look in his eyes tells you he's a real gangsta who's been around the block.
Other tidbits - lots of horny white tourist women, young and old, hitched and getting fed 12 inch local black snakes in their pussies, a tourist couple virtually having sex on the beach right outside Alfred's club. We played wingmen for our 19 year old local friend, and promised he could use our room to have sex with a hot young white tourist, so long as he allowed us to watch. With more time we would have succeeded. In doing so, I realized that I still have the "it" factor to charm and pick up women with ease, which is something I haven't bothered doing in 10 years.
Important: The friend I went on the trip with is a very energetic, enthusiastic type and was befriending/engaging tons of people, and giving gifts to all the staff in the form of tips but also clothing and anything we had like brand new sweatbands, bubblegum, razors - stuff that we get easily and take for granted but that locals can't always afford or obtain easily. I followed his lead and I'm happy I did. Imparting knowledge and wisdom wherever we could, and learning from locals too. Never just take a trip to a place where so many people are so poor right in front of you every day scraping by by selling trinkets. Do something, anything, for one or more of them. Make them feel special for a day. But try not to make promises you can't keep.
Good people, good times. I love Jamaica.
