After my beachside pickleball, I hadn't realized my adventures to come. My Jamaican opponent pointed out the advantages of his motorcycle taxi over my original idea of taking a cab. So here we were, dodging in between Jamaican busses, traveling to his local Negril neighborhood where we saw his mom's little restaurant, and had beers at his local bar. Exploring the area and taking in views on the cliff's edges, we eventually made our way to Rick's, where a cliff diver used my GoPro, (which earlier fell from the motorcycle going 40 and survived the fall) to document a cliff dive of 80 feet into the crystal-clear water below.
