April 13-20
Note: the following was taken from notes I made during the week. My memory is disordered and so was my hand writing. This is the best I can make out now. I not even sure I can name all the dates. April 13-20 The travel schedule was such that we had to rise at a ghastly 4:00 A.M. Sunday and had a five hour layover in Atlanta. Arrived in Montego Bay about 4:00. I was so tired that I slept on that flight. The road is still a mess with some new sections completed, some closed and some opened but unfinished which requires the bus to just about stop where there are large holes due to the traffic. Arrived at 6:30 and checked into our rooms and I began to unravel the mystery of how to work the air conditioner, lights and clocks work. We ate at the main cafeteria afterwards then went to Veronica's and was so bushed we had to leave and sleep. The next day I went to check out the nude beach about 7:00 A.M., every thing quiet and got coffee. Back to the room. got up the wife, got breakfast and down to the nude beach for the mooning Sunned and swam with our K mart bubble wrap floats. They looked unblown up but they are probably the best mats we have had. Lunch and then back to the room for an nap and check out the mirror over the bed. Later the wife went to aerobics and then went to Pastifari's where the food and the atmosphere was a cut above. Not much doing that night so we went to the nude hot tub. Only one other couple there. The other couple was at first disappointed to see us but we started PDA right away and I hope we inspired them. They acted like it. The next morning was the nude cruise. It started off slow but I met my man Solly and his lady. We swam to the reef and a little around the caves. The usual number of people were jumping off the cliffs. and reconsidering. The Pickled Parrot is closed Solly says it ran out of money. How that could be is beyond me. Well I guess you can extend expenses beyond income. On the way back., Rasta Raphie and the band did the usual thing with the limbo thrown in. Two couples on the boat's windshield were into nude lap dancing and other things. When we returned I took pictures of the crew with a Polaroid for their use. Jamaican's love to took home pictures. In the evening was the pajama party. We went into the disco early, not too many people there. Then we realized that we had a D.J. problem. The music sounded like a factory and like a factory each product or song was indistinguishable noise. we finally got so bored, we left early. I understand that later the music did change to something more recognizable. (Music used to decrease patrons to manageable levels??) we then went to the beach. Lights have been added, but we found an somewhat dark fringe of the beach and proceeded to make it to good use. Ah, Hedo were you can do what you want and not be afraid of public censure. In other place we would have been arrested. Next Day. I was really burned after the cruise and put on a shirt and headed to the beach and laid out. The Butt Cracker's "prude police" were there. They whistled and "clicked" prudes that came onto the beach.( Insert: one young couple came on the beach, got clicked and whistled at and still did not get nude. On their retreat the guy quickly pulled down his trunks to moon us. Could it be they filed a certain trip report? On, yeah, I was howling at them too. I DID IT, I AM THE ENEMY!) We checked out the hot tub and ate lunch late. Back for a nap. That evening we ate at the Scotch Bonnet restaurant and really enjoyed it. We went to Veronica's and saw 'David' entertain. I think this was the night one women got up on the bar to do "piece by Piece' only to find out that she had on over a dozen outfits. When we arrived at the hot tub someone was playing guitar. Now my wife sometimes has a skin condition that can be triggered by clorine in the pool and it did. BUMMER! BUMMER! BUMMER! Still, we hugged and played around and then back to chant mirror, mirror on the ceiling. Next Day: Went down to the beach this morning an d someone had taken our floats, even though they were marked with our names so we used the clubs floats from the back of the chairs. The couple using them left so I quickly grabbed them and emerged triumphant. The afternoon I hung around the nude pool and the wife took a nap. There was some real (non-orgasmic) activity going on. This was Toga night and we got dressed in the toga but lost interest and went back to the piano bar to hear Dave. Then to the hot tub. I went in while the wife sat on the edge. Since we had consumed more than our share and since the activities in the tub were hot that night, wife forgot about her skin problem and jumped into the tub. A truly magnificent session of debauchery. The other couples nearby were also having lots of action. Awoke late. Took time to get myself together and some of our stuff together as we had left some at the nude pool. Wife got sun poisoning and was pretty much out of commission for the rest of the day. I just hung around the beach and the nude pool. We went back to Pastifari' for another great meal. No Veronica's due to the beach party, which we always skip. Wife out for the night. I can't sleep so I go to the nude pool. Action is in full bloom. Even the most reticent are joining under the water while some are working above the water or in the chairs. Some girl is being passed around from buy to guy. Tonight I am a Wally, but I at least try to be subtle. People putting on a show shouldn't object to an audience!
Saturday:
Didn't make notes for this day as it was the day before the Dread Day of Doom., the day we leave. As we rise we see the Dreaded Notice. Frankly I don't remember much of this day, and didn't have the energy and/or coherence and heart to take notes. To make it worse we have to get up about 4:00 A.M. the next day. I think we did the usual things. This was the day I decided to take pictures. I realize it would have been better to take pictures the first day, since this would have been a good way to meet people to take pictures. There was not lack of volunteers. We ended the night at Veronica's The next day is just too evil to think about. Up the first thing, bus to Sangester and home to America and shudder, real life.
-- Richard Miller -- rmincold@dreamscape.com --