While doing my business at a stall, a young man produced a large bag of ganja and began his spiel. I'm busy now. Exiting the club that night, Nina and I were besieged by a tenacious gang of taxi drivers. Apparently, dispatchers are an unknown occupation in Negril. Generally, Negril's taxis shuttle tourists between the beach and cliffs where most of the hotels and restaurants are located.
Taxis are constantly on the prowl, beeping at any foreigner that moves.
Legitimate cabs can be identified by their red license plates. However, most taxis are just some guy and his jalopy looking to gouge unsuspecting tourists. Always negotiate the fare before you get in, and when the driver quotes a price, immediately halve it. No way, mon. Can't make no livin' for money like dat.