After 18 years of coming to Jamaica I have a “check off” list that is very vast and an even longer list of things I have never done in Jamaica. The clever Jamaicans keep re-inventing themselves and discovering new places that you want to discover which keeps her ever fresh.
How many years have I watched the cheerful crowd on the orange and green bus tool down the West End causing a ruckus? How many years have I said “ I am going to do that one day ?” Well, yesterday was my day , I went on the One Love Bus Pub Crawl tour.
We were picked up second and soon the little bus was so full a second bus had to be called. This is going to be EPIC. I noticed one couple came on board with a suitcase and a bag filled with children’s items. I figured they were repeat guests and dropping off something at one of the bars for the owners kids. Little did I know.
We did the typical of what I expected at first. Stop, look gawk, drink, load up and leave. I had two main surprises that day, one was I do not know all the neat little places , and two , the village.
We went to a bar that is a stone throw down the street from me that I did not even know existed and another cute one tucked up a lane that I probably can never find again. My favorite one was the one I understand to be in the yard of Lenbert himself. I mean that place is REALLY pretty, and I just LOVE the eclectic art that was on display. All I could think about is such a pretty place needs to be where she can be seen and shine like a diamond. How are people going to find her and see her , way back here? I guess Mr. Lenbert can bring people there, but seriously I want it in my back yard.
Then it happened. We went down a way and up a way and around a way and I was no longer in Negril. Lenbert called it “the village”. This is when the couple and another lady pulled out their gifts and were summarily swamped by a willing and grateful public. Things went fairly well until the lady pulled out flip flops and the swirl accelerated. Lenbert stepped in to help her distribute but she could not pass them out fast enough. Exhausted she ejected herself back into the bus and stumbled to her seat with a shake of her head. Those on the bus got a true glimpse of the side of Negril few see, the side that is not all spit polished in a hotel uniform smiling at you and fulling YOUR every need, they got to see the side WHO NEEDS.
An elderly mother woman approaches with a heavy wood box. It seems she is the keeper of $$$$ that tourists bring to the area, the money allocated for the children. I put some cash in the box and then wandered down the street a little to take a look around. I have no idea where I am. A friendly lady came up as I was taping and told me I was on Love Lane. What an ironic name for such an area. Lenbert, however, informs, that some of the most talented and loving people come from this place.
I am silent. I am trying to process what I have just seen. The little boy runs merrily by the bus door in his T shirt and underwear, unashamed and un-intimidated by the presence of two buses of tourists, this is his neighborhood.
I can tell that many of these repeat guests have done this before, but this being my first time, I am still in shock. I thought I was going to make merry and drink beer., not be smacked right in the face with the cold hard reality of Negril. I now see through Lenbert. That man behind the wheel I have watched for so long. He has a lesson to teach, a mission to accomplish, a purpose to the tour. No one will leave Negril not knowing. You can stay on the bus, not even get off and mingle with the people, but you cannot UN-See what you have seen.
Moving on we see Sunset at one of the most luxurious properties in Negril, The Caves. The Sunset did not disappoint. After Sunset, as a special favor to me. Lenbert went all the way to Red Ground with bus 1 and let us stop at Collettes, where my girls and I bid farewell to the bus crew and call a drive to take us to dinner at Catcha.
My girls are just having a ball , but I still basically am trying to process what I have just experienced. I have always thought that the pub crawl was a genius idea. In my mind it was a way to pick up a bunch of beach folks and show them what the West End has to offer, which is a LOT. I consider Lenbert one of those ambassadors to Jamaica I speak of who enhance tourism. I could tell by the love his repeat guests had for him that he is held in very high regard.
The two things I will always remember from yesterday are , I don’t know everything and where everything is and someone else can still show you some stuff, and no matter where in this world you go, for all the glitter on the 7 mile, there are people in need.