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As I looked out of the plane window at Jamaica and its beautiful beaches I couldn’t help breaking into a smile. Lazing on its beaches, getting a perfect tan and showing off my swimsuit were at the top of my list. I had worked out religiously for over 3 months to reach my goal weight and now it was time to adhere to the principle, “If you have it, then flaunt it”.

My best friend, Susan had turned a weird shade of green due to air sickness but I couldn’t stop smiling. Getting away from the rat race and my boss was exactly what I needed. We had been planning a trip for quite some time when Susan chanced on this perfect travel website, which gave us all the inspiration and details we needed to plan a perfect Caribbean getaway. We booked a resort and decided on an itinerary, which included Montego Bay and Negril. My main agenda was to hit as many beaches as possible for a whole lot of sun, sand, and surf.

Armed with my sunscreen lotion we decided to start with the Doctor’s Cave Beach in Montego Bay. The white-sand beach was so beautiful and the waters perfect for snorkeling. Exploring the marine life up close was breathtaking. Next stop was the equally exciting Cornwall Beach.

Just when I was getting used to the sweet life in Montego Bay it was time for us to head to the beaches of Negril. The famous seven-mile Negril beach was quite crowded when we got there as many families had already claimed their spots. We managed to find a perfect spot to lie down. Before we knew it a bunch of college guys had conveniently placed themselves close to us. They began to chat us up and it seemed quite harmless. Soon they began to rough around to get our attention. “Boys will be boys”, Susan said and we left it at that.

The waves looked really inviting and we also wanted to just get away from them for a bit so we decided to test the waters. A couple of the boys followed us into the water as well and began to horse around. I was beginning to get irritated when a huge unexpected wave washed over all of us. As we recovered, Susan and I were shocked and amused to see that the wave had knocked down one of the guy’s shorts to his ankles.

“The nude beach is that way”, screamed Susan and we burst into peals of laughter. Wow! Talk about a full moon in the middle of the day.