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Aerial View Of Negril


NEGRIL is a world apart. The pristine beauty that brought it fame is only a memory, but the magic persists. Like a gaudy shell necklace, a conglomeration of tourist facilities fringes the coast for 15 miles from BLOODY BAY to the Lighthouse and continues to grow at both ends. The famous seven mile beach is now choc-a-bloc with hotels, restaurants, cottages and water sports. The once deserted Norman Manley Boulevard is a speedtrack for buses, vans, motorbikes and taxis. Across the bridge, shopping plazas have proliferated. Even the WEST END, (alias The Rock) where ironshore cliffs plunge to turquoise seas and reggae throbs all night is overbuilt and congested. But, incredibly, the magic persists. Realists say that Negril is a state of mind, cynics say it's the marijuana.

Despite its recent explosive, unrestrained development, Negril is still a place where dressing for dinner can mean putting a T-shirt over your swimsuit. Where the most important event of the day may be to watch the sun set. (At Rick's Cafe, after a particularly spectacular show, the sun gets a standing ovation.) It is a place to laze on the beach, soak in crystalline seas, to swim, sail or scuba dive over coral reefs formed millions of years ago. Then feast on snapper and lobster or strengthen your structure with conch soup or Irish moss. Negril is still the original land of the Lotus Eaters. Beware! You may never want to leave.

For centuries, cut off from the rest of the island by bad roads and a large swamp, it lay undiscovered and sparsely populated. Unlike most other places in Jamaica it has very little history except as a haven for shipping. A navy squadron mustered here in 1702 to sail against the French. In 1814 fifty warships and 6600 men sailed from Negril to tackle the American rebels and were trounced in the Battle of New Orleans. And it was at Negril that an infamous pirate Calico Jack Rackham was captured, then taken to Spanish Town for trial and executed near Port Royal at a place known thereafter as Rackham's Cay. Jack acquired his nickname because of his penchant for wearing calico underwear. It is said that prior to his capture he was (true to the Negril tradition) carousing aboard his ship with two of his crew Anne Bonney and Mary Read. These female pirates who had the reputation of being even more bloodthirsty than their captain were both pregnant for him. At their trial they "pleaded their bellies" and were spared the death penalty.