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Hey Turner, this weekend was fun, I went down to Montego Bay; had a few bad experience with my car- over heating, due to racing with some over-the-top, bad boys of the road or so they think- you know who am talking about, those little souped-up Hondas. I was driving my old 1986 Mercedes, which so happened to be automatic...but I knew how to handle the BAD roads, but what I did not know, was that I was trodding the wrong road; I ended up on a road which some locals say will take me to Mobay - Some place called "Higgins land" in St. Ann. The people there are beautiful and friendly or maybe it seems that way because I am a ‘tourist’, which ever way though, I got out, and low and behold, I saw my marker again - Mr. Souped-up Honda. The race was on again until I heard my car making a funny sound as if it was my tyre that was losing some air, I stopped to checked it out; gladly it was not my tyre, but rather the engine frying as if it was cooking me chicken for lunch. Again, I was fortunate by the hands of an old rasta man who was trying to hustle. He was sitting under a plum tree where some local boys who seemed as if they were coming from a football match; all of them were dressed in uniformed jersey, but they seemed hungry, and were eating the plums. They were there messing with the old rasta man who was giving them some valuable advice, which was not absorbed. They rather ridiculed him and made funny jokes about him wanting to ‘hold a fresh’. So, I pulled over and asked where I could get some water to put in my car, the old Rasta man answered quickly as if he did not want the boys to get the ‘roast’ “is what yu want, wata”? I said ‘yea man’, he said “ Yu have nuh jug in deh”? I said ‘yea man’, he said “Gimmi, meck mi go get some wata fi yu, is jus’ up the road.” I was a bit skeptic, and wondered if this dude would come back with my jug, thinking if I should give it to him, but being as shrewd as I am, I figured out that my little jug was not that significant to either of us, and this fella was looking rather sane; so I thought that if he wanted to take the jug and give up a quick two bills that he was about to get, that would be his problem. After all, many people there would be willing and happy to take the two bills, because it’s quick money. Anyways I got the water, put it in the car, drove off, and just my luck the car was again still overheating; some electrical problems developed. I had to get the mechanics to fix car. Car worked fine from there on. I dropped off my friend computer, and held a deserved fresh then headed out to a nice country restaurant. Later, it was party time…and so it went…