Booboo(av8r) AND Peaches - September, 2009
Finally, it's here, the day
we have been waiting on, the only downside is that in 6 days
it will all be over. We left in a storm and returned in a
storm, the weather in between was great. We stayed at the
Red Roof Inn at the ATL airport the night before. Mistake,
DON'T DO IT, the hotel is going to hell in a hurry. They do
not keep ash trays in the smoking rooms so you have to call
the front desk for one, which never showed up. I counted 37
cigarette burns on the furniture. When I was getting out of
the shower the shower curtain and rod fell, I then reached
for a towel when the towel rack fell. The only upside is
they let you keep your car in their parking and provide a
shuttle to the airport. The downside to that is the car got
keyed while we were gone.
DAY ONE:
Check in with Delta was easy except we had 58lbs in one suit
case and 42lbs in the other so we had to move some things or
pay $150.00 for the over weight one. Yeah, 100lbs of luggage
to go to Hedo. What the hell was that all about, 100lbs. I
think Peaches is going to trim that a bit next time. I of
course got alot of 2nd looks going through tsa because my
passport photo was taken back in the day when I was flying
for a living. You can look at my profile pic and see a
slight difference. The flight was uneventful, Jamaican
immigration and customs was "no problem mon". We got our
bags, all 100lbs of them in record time, about 5 mins. I got
my first offer of pharmaceuticals as soon as I walked into
the terminal. We were on the way to H2 in about 30 mins. The
ride was good, check in smooth, then the heavens descended
upon Booboos luggage. When Peaches opened the luggage it was
in complete and utter disarray. US customs had ransacked our
luggage and just threw everything back in, all the smaller
stuff that was in baggies was just dumped back in. I say it
was US customs because we had our luggage in Mobay in about
5 mins. We then went to the nude pool for Peaches
devirginization ceremony. She was very nervous about this,
but after about 2 hours she was wanting to get Dennyp on the
phone to book our next trip. After about, well I don't know
how many rum punches, only Delroy and Scumba know for sure,
we went to the room to get ready for the PJ party. Peaches
always showers first, it is a process. I am fast alsleep
when she finally emerges, she gets ready to go and I am too
far gone to to be awaken so she just crawls into bed. I woke
up around 2:00am and we go to the hot tub for her first H2
hot tub experience. WOW, is just all she can say about that.
DAY TWO:
The adventure continues. We, in our adventuresome spirit,
decide to walk the entire 5.5 miles into Negril along the
beach. The walk was great if you minus out haveing to deal
with about 20 drug dealers along the way. When we got close
we inquired, you know inquiring minds wanna know, about the
best way to get into Negril from the beach. we were told to
leave the beach at the market, walk to the road, take a
right, go across the bridge and your there. Sounds simple
right, well, not if you are Booboo and Peaches. we decide to
stay on the beach all the way to the Negril river then leave
the beach, walk to the road, take a right, go across the
bridge. BIG MISTAKE, DON'T DO IT. Leaving the beach at the
river takes you through the ghetto of Jamaica. I do mean
GHETTO. This is the first time in a very long time I
actually feared for my safety and certainly that of Peaches.
My job takes me into the worst we have to offer here in the
US and I only go into those places with a Kimber 1911 .45acp
with 28 rounds of ammo, a Ruger LCP .380 with 16 rounds of
ammo, a taser, the shooting type, body armor and at least 2
back up people and here we had nothing but our bathing
suits, $200.00 in cash, a willingness to live and a conch
shell. We finally arrive in Negril only to find out our
ultimate destination which was Time Square was not in Negril
but, almost 2 miles back toward H2. we then walk to Time
Square, buy some stuff and get a taxi back to H2. The rest
of the day was spent in safety oh the H2 nude pool.
DAY THREE:
We decide to play it safe and stay in the safety of H2, or
so we thought. You see, it just ain't that easy For Booboo
and Peaches to stay out trouble. It is by our very nature to
put ourselves in positions where we might get shot, cut,
stabbed or beat up. When we met she was doing the same thing
I do and by the way, she does look so sexy with a 1911
strapped to her hip. At some point we decide to take the
sunset catamaran trip to Ricks. It sounds simple right, if
you have caught on to the gist our relationship, there ain't
nothing just that simple. The first part of the trip was
simple, until we get to Ricks. We come to the realization we
now have to get off the catamaran and onto a jon boat to
take us the rest of the way into the cove. The water had
gotten extremely rough and moving from one boat to the other
was more than anyone ought submit themselves to. Finally, we
are safely on dry land, Thank God. But, to our chagrin it
ain't over yet. After a few more Red Stripes and jumping off
the cliff, it is time to go. We just stood on the cliff and
gave them the "Oh, hell naw, we are not going to go through
that again" wave. We had made a command decision to take a
taxi back. Our friends had met a taxi driver at Ricks and
called him to take us back to H2. Our friends consist of a
very large muscular guy and his girlfriend. So, it was them,
Peaches and I for the taxi ride back. The taxi driver, whom
I had not previously had the displeasure of meeting was at
least 250lbs himself. We walk out to the taxi and yeah it
was, you guessed it, a Toyota Tercel. You can already see
where this is going. So, we put over 1000lbs of human beings
in this tuna can and took off. We looked like a car load of
illegals on their way to hang sheetrock. We get on our way
and I swear, I have left the runway flying a Lear Jet at
slower speeds than we were going. We probably looked like
the space shuttle on reentry. Finally, home sweet home, in
one piece as we opened the doors and fell out onto the
asphalt with all that pressure release.
DAY FOUR:
We really are going to play it safe today. I am now starting
to feel like I am in one of those tv commercials where they
are trying to sell you something for 9.95 and then say "but
wait", it was kinda like that. We decide to kayak over to
Booby Cay for lobster. At the last minute, George, the water
sports guy, talked us into letting his friend take all 15 of
us over in a boat. It was about 30' long and 3' wide. It was
damn near laying on its side as were were getting in. Very
unstable. The water was almost comming in the boat it was so
heavy. We did get to the island and had a great lobster
lunch. The only draw back left was haveing to get back in
that boat to go back to H2.
DAY FIVE:
We got evicted, Peaches was pitching tantrum. She actually
took a picture of the door to our room. We arrived back in
Atlanta in heavy rain. The reality of normal life was
setting in already.
A QUICK EVALUATION:
It was a great trip. We met alot of great people. H2 was in
great shape. The food was good. Staff was fantastic. We
really could not have asked for a better trip. Our thanks
goes out to everyone but the taxi driver back from Ricks for
makeing my 5th visit and Peaches 1st all it could be and
more. Many thanks to the people on this forum, some of whom
we met at H2 for makeing our preparation so simple. Come to
think of it, it was the only simple thing about this trip.
BTW, There was absolutley no problem with the sex police,
they were there, but at no time did they ever cause anyone
any problems.
Til next time, IRIE
Booboo