Sharyn and Scott’s Virginal Trip to Hedo---9/19-9/25/98 

After a lot of preparation, and with a great deal from Dan Hill at Global Discount Vacations, we headed off to "The Zoo", for our very first trip to Hedo. I made sure our exposure to friendly Jamaicans began ASAP by booking round trip airfare on Air Jamaica. The option of non stop airtime from LA to MoBay made the idea of a 6 hour flight almost bearable. We got to the gate in just enough time to upgrade to first class, though it cost us 200 bucks each, rather than the 50-75 I had heard some folks did it for. However, the two of us are around 6 foot tall, so the extra room would be worth it.

We got settled into our seats and enjoyed a smooth red eye to MoBay. Arriving in at around 630am, we blearily headed for immigration and customs. Having packed only carry on bags made our trip thru the airport mercifully short. We checked in at the Superclubs terminal and almost immediately were offered the chance to purchase some of the local herb by a porter. We politely declined, and boarded our bus about 30 minutes later.

I would be lying if I said the ride was horrible. It wasn’t. At 730am on a Saturday , there just wasn’t much traffic. A few goats, an obtrusive cow here and there---otherwise smooth sailing, er, riding.

Naturally, no rooms were available upon our arrival at Hedo’s front desk. "Come back around noon, mon." We traipsed over to the prude beach, and fell asleep, fully clothed. If we’d had more energy, we would have ventured further up the beach to the nude side, but we wouldn’t have had the energy to disrobe anyways, much less order a Delroy delight.

Around noon, we again tried the front desk. "Maybe after lunch, mon." No problem. We wandered around the buffet area, stocked up, and ate the first of many decent meals. We finally got our nude/garden room by 2pm, and started what was to be our routine for the week. Sun, sex, sleep, food, over and over. A steady diet of Robert’s tasty morsels of food and Delroy and Scumba’s alcoholic delights made most details a bit blurry!

I do recall an influx of guests around our second day, there for the Miss Nude Black Universe contest. One such visit included a rather gorgeous black man, visiting from a neighboring island. His character was as smooth as his chocolate skin, and soon he was trying to put his moves on me, in plain view of my boyfriend. Our reaction was more of bemusement then desire, and a polite decline of services offered was greeted with an understanding nod.

The Miss Black Nude Universe (or was it Miss Nude Black Universe??) contest was bit predictable. Big implants and booties, small bikinis and more grinding than a pepper mill. We left early.

We somehow managed to forget the nude cruise, and get into an argument on PJ night, and thereby missed what most have raved as the most memorable aspects of Hedo. In my perspective, the most memorable Hedo experience for me was walking down the hill from the dining room, and the minute we hit the path towards the nude side, stripping off whatever sun dress I had thrown over my nakedness for meal time. The sound of prude side eye balls popping out were audible even at 100 paces! YES, gotta luv Hedo!

We smoked the ganga, tried most of the drinks, and ate a few dishes that I won’t soon forget (curried goat amongst them!) Did our best to drink all the champange at Pastafari’s but failed miserably, though quite happily! Best of all made friends and memories that we won’t soon forget. Needless to say, by the end of day 2, Scott (the more reluctant of the two of us to try Hedo) turned to me as he floated by on a raft and said "So, when are we coming back?"

The Answer? December 10, 1999!