8 Shot Last Night

(story on page 3, don't you know.  and don't forget the ridiculousness of the classifieds.)

So.  Where are you?  Mo-Bay, and not the Pogue or Mahone, at that.  Rich by even your standards of ridiculousness - welcome to Jamaica.  Yes mon.  Turn around and get your bearings and focus in on the little things.  The taking out of about CDN$ 10 with your first attempt at the Scotiabank ATM, just enough to buy paper and a 6-pack of the Stripe.  Then the wait for the special Goat Curry that was quickly devoured by the dog when you went back to get the memory card.  And so the stolen bread from the fridge as sustenance.  How good it tastes.

Earlier, seat 3D, the Yarmouth girls, and wine.  The leopard-print bikini's first flight at that.  A good reason to urge you on to Rick's Cafe tomorrow and its famous sunset, for a potential meeting at 5PM.  Por que no?  The signs seem to point to at least that attempt, with nothing doing tonight despite the universal praise for Pier One, and the Ocho Rios tour just not sounding as appealing as the public bus to Negril.  More randomness in how you get back, but who is counting?  And thanks to Matt's timely comments, of course the cash is there to be spent... 

So much truly driven by randomness... the craziness of last night, apparently, for this black Swedish girl who just quit her Finance job to travel here, surely worth another hour or two of conversation, and as a guide to the local art of cross-country travel. Oh, how hilariously quickly the other, Ivonne, moved away from the picnic table to (molest/grope/fondle/caress) our man who provided the keys initially.  The manner of speaking is not the only thing that's quick. 

To this random room, where locals and visitors are not allowed and where (famously?) Lucan no longer works. It does have at least the sense of security, for tonight.  Which is what you need.  Not enough enthusiasm to do the full bar thing solo.  There is the strangest anonymity of the attempts to be casual here.  How out-of-place touristy you clearly are in the crowds of locals.  What it would take, to feel ready to blend in...  In terms of time, and in terms of a change in outlook?  Another life of months.  At least.

There are three books here.  Fifty Shades Freed, something about Influenza, and "Ian Fleming Introduces Jamaica" because he apparently wrote all the Bond books here during his holidays here each year.  You learn something new everyday, truly.  Might pilfer this one.

The fourth of six Red Stripes looks to be the last of the evening.  A good one, if uneventful.  Now hilariously messaging the other still-water sister.  Because you seem to be drawn so much to the already attached, of course, you fool.  You fool You fool You fool (he smiles).

To bed with you.  Although end with this exchange... 

KS: I'm surprised a person would wonder why they like to travel.
M: Not "why you like to travel" as much as "why you like to travel above all else and to the point of sacrificing all other things (job, stability, relationships, etc) because they are not as important"
KS: ... just as I was typing "Or do you feel like you have a pathology in your desire to travel"
M: hehe
KS: i'm sure you're not alone in that ... hahah, which is not useful whatsoever.. i dunno, though, seems like you've got a pretty good balance going on - job, friends, family, and impromptu travel and long term travel thrown in there too.
M: No, I'm quite comfortable with it too, don't get me wrong. It is just the "long term" part that is the slightly disconcerting. And only at times.

Funny, the need to come to new places, to see old things from new perspectives.  And flirt with old acquaintances across/above the sea.  To what end?  And to what favours must she come?

Make us laugh, at that.