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Adventure in Jamaica
My trip to the Pelican Bar
There’s a fine line between wanting to have an adventure and putting your life in jeopardy.
As a solo female traveler for the last year and a half, I’m still trying to figure out where that line is.
I had already decided that Jamaica wasn’t working for me when I sat down for a meal at Arthur’s Bar and Grill in Negril. After spending a week in Kingston that was rife with issues, I knew I wasn’t feeling the place.
As for the Airbnb I’d rented in Negril … well. The less said about that dump the better.
But, at the very least, I could enjoy my meal and a glass of rum punch while staring at the water. The 7-Mile Beach is very pretty after all.
I was finishing up my meal when I was approached by one of the men hanging around the bar. He introduced himself as Marshall and we struck up a conversation. After he offered me a hit of his blunt, that is.
I told him how I was only going to be on the island for a few more days. He asked what I had seen or what I might want to see before I left. Other than the beach, I hadn’t seen a thing. He suggested we meet…
