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Jamaica Motorbike Escape: Rolling Elsewhere

Making a rapid exit from a fcked situation in Little Bay to Negril, Westmoreland Parish, Jamaica (excerpts) on the back of a motorbike (classic Jamco), sometimes with one other passenger besides ace driver, saying hello to village folks along they way.

Music from:  Festival Songs Through the Years, vol. 1, incl.

* Ras Karbi, I’ll Never Leave You Again
* Toots and the Maytalls, Bam Bam
* The Astronauts, Meck Wi Jam
* Stanley and the Turbine, Dem Haffi Squirm 

Shot in 2014

Humble Boys Hard Land Weed – Choogle On! #123

Humble Boys Hard Land Weed – Choogle On #123
Humble Boys Hard Land Weed – Choogle On #123

High in Jamaica, Uncle Weed visits Black Ras’ abundant mountain growfield to discuss “swamp weed” grown in morass versus “hard land weed” grown in volcanic soil with bat guano, plus varieties of ganja strains – both domestic and imported. Plus background about his family teaching him the ways of growing most anything and living an Ital lifestyle.

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Bob Marley’s Ital Island Chef Kitty in Little Bay

At a cabin in Little Bay Jamaica, Uncle Weed talks with Kitty who cooked Bob Marley’s Ital food when he was visiting. He explains the lifestyle, natural Ital food, and the importance of coconut and spring water and Bob Marley’s gifts… and UW shares the experience of visiting Bob’s cabin site and natural pool. Plus a riff about cabin building and acoustic music.

Jamaica Re-entry: notes about illness, healing (and related dispatches)

healing: jamaica reentry

Just over a week ago, i returned from Jamaica for the 3rd time. This trip’s purpose wasn’t the fun-loving, adventuring, goodtimes i usually seek but rather to heal up and gain some vigour and physical and mental power to continue my healing journey.

In just over 6 months since i was diagnosed, my life’s routine changed significantly. And, as a social and tribal/community-minded person, the self/syndrome-sparked isolation was required as i tried to learn about “what just happened to me” … along with a litany of medial appointments, combined to really remove me from a sense of control, flow and calm.

I was accompanied on this Jamaican trip by 2 trusted co-conspiritors plus knew i was going to a familiar place where people genuinely care for me and want to see me at my former full-power mode of near invincibility and tireless creativity.

Then, 36 hours before leaving, i took a quick Vespa ride to pick up a couple little gifts and ended up in VGH Emergency Room after wiping out and crashing up my face, arm, leg the Vespa etc. Somehow the hospital felt familiar though i’d never visited before – i suppose so many hospital visits in the past few months makes the beige chaos of a hospital common to me.

Also that day, my phone was cut off so i wandered out of the hospital confused and aching. Finally made the stoopid decision to ride the Vespa home (both the machine and the rider were in no condition to do so).

Anyhow, there we were in Jamaica – my pals out swimming and exploring while i was convalescing with icepacks and my assigned program of pills. I don’t enjoy this process.

After a week of waking up late in the day, grumpy, frustrated and blue, really blue, i tried to rally and get out in the world. I tried to roll with my pals (both foreign and domestic) but was just kidding myself. My “energy envelope” lacked the capacity for anything but chilling – otherwise the symptoms of weak, weary, confused, achey, grumpy, depressed all creep in.

I dislike all of this. But I tried to meditate my way out of it, distract myself with filling my handmade notebooks with schemes and plans, sipping a bit more rum and other potions, teas and trying to eat something. Also, my meds were running out and required a trip to a clinic, a Dr visit and pills delivered by a resourceful cabbie called Pablo. All this was to much.

The meds running out made me confused and grumpy but occasionally, i could feel my “real Dave brain” wanting to talk with strangers, build community, create conversations, find musicians. I could feel the ideas, just not how to execute them. That part simply turned to mush.

During all this healing and mental transition, i realized more time was needed in Jamaica to ensure i go home feeling better than before. Not perfect, just a little bit better. I rode to the airport with passport and ticket but hugged beloveds goodbye and returned to the cabin to try to find my equilibrium.

With the help of a Rasta called Chubby and my personal assistant/housekeeper Patsy, i started on a regimen of fresh fruit, banana/coconut porridge, fish tea/soup and a powerful tea made from herbs including (colloquial names): Strongback, Guinea Hen, Sarsaparilla, Nuni, moringa, ram goat regular, irish moss and more. It was magic. I spent my days meditating and sharing stories in Chubby’s Rasta hut (African inspired stick hexagon with a hardwood fire going most all the time).

I knew re-entry could be tough in my fragile mental state so i steeled myself for the adjustments but, upon return was hit with a major dose of hassle between paperwork and medical appointments, and some potentially distressing health news about my Dad, I’m doing all i can to stay out of the blues.

Therapists, meditation, listening records and trying to make my life as simple as possible despite all these projects i dream and yearn to do (i have books to write yo!). I am trying to be social and trying to take care of me – and doing a kinda C+ job at either.

For reference and the record – and mostly for my own reminder –  what follows are four wee videos which track my mental and physical healing in Jamaica.

From getting up out of my bed trying to feel some inspiration, to regrouping in a hammock discussing herbs and soccer, to a rapid recap of progress in Chubby’s Rasta hut, and a message to future-self reminding me to remember how to live.

Here’s the first with the other three to follow right behind. I’ve shared and i’m tired and a little bit scared.

Videos >>

Healing Journey 3: Annotations from a Jamaican Hammock

Healing Journey 4: Feeling a Wee Bit Blue in Little Bay

Healing Journey 6: Message to Future Self from Jamaica

Building and Lighting a Little Bay Signal Bonfire: Jamaica Postcard

Jamaican bush tiger Jason assembles a massive fire on the rocky coastline and then takes his time to tidy up, then light it as the sun sets on Little Bay, Jamaica at Little Bay Villas.

Healing Ital Bush Wisdom in Little Bay with Ras Chubby: Jamaica Postcard

In Little Bay, Jamaica Uncle Weed and KK talk to Rasta-man Chubby about the joys of young coconuts including: the heart and belly healthy coconut water; the sweet soft meat within young coconuts while Chubby cuts one open for Uncle Weed to drink then chops it open to sample the soft jelly with a spoon made from the shell.

Chubby explains other uses for the coconut and the Rasta Ital diet including porridge, coconut milk with fish, rice and peas and other staples of the Ital diet cassava, corn, breadfruit, plantain, sweet potatoes, dumplings, but no diary or meat.

Finally they discuss how Chubby got his alias and foreshadow future topics of healing herbs and teas.

Filmed by KK, talking by Dave uncleweed Olson.

Ganja Sprouts and Roots Brews: Jamaica Postcard

Jamaica is a fertile land and Ras @KK is experimenting with sprouting various cannabis plants and local Rasta “bush tiger” Chubby also shares bush knowledge including healing herbs including merenge seeds, roots and tea, tuna cactus tea, nuni (not noni).

Then they head to the porch to explore KK’s workbench of botanical specimens including sea urchin, conch, and soldier crab shells, plus inspect his cannabis seed sprouting tray and compare technique (they just “throw it in the dirt man”) and the advantages of bat guano as fertilizer and the great drainage of coral ground.

Just Watching a Rainstorm in Little Bay: Jamaica Postcard

Just sitting in a palypa watching a rainstorm roll in to Little Bay Jamaica. Storms are beautiful from a covered space with a tasty beverage.

Bob Marley’s Cabin Site in Little Bay with Boisy: Jamaica Postcard

While on a stroll in Little Bay, Westmoreland, Jamaica, local Boisy takes KK and me (Uncle Weed) to the site of Bob Marley’s cabin. The former A-frame with glassed-in 2nd story is mostly destroyed by Hurricanes Gilbert and Ivan and the land, and cabin ownership disputed in courts, but the remnants remains including his rock water tank and an outdoor kitchen and remnants of the structure.

While sparking a spliff, I recall seeing the house in books and movies and how this was Bob’s retreat from the busy life where he’d often bring his lady friends and band mates. Noteworthy: The boards are numbered and arrowed in a thwarted plan to be deconstructed and reassembled in a London museum.

Boisy also solemnly recalls Bob sitting upon a rock and singing “rock was my pillow” while his pals constructed the house, or gazing at the sky in meditation. He also points our Bob’s dedication to an Ital food diet (with no seafood from the abundant sea on his steps) prepared in a separate kitchen.

Bob Marley’s Cave Swimming Hole: Jamaica Postcard

In Little Bay, Jamaica, local Boisy takes me (Uncle Weed) and Ras KK to Bob Marley’s swimming hole – a fresh mineral spring just a short stroll from the sea. Boisy explains where Bob would sit in a cozy corner, wash his locks and play guitar, then Uncle Weed hands off his sunglasses and fat joint to take a plunge into the unique (healing) waters.

The Way Home (Forever will i see you more) – Choogle On! Jamaica Scheme #10

The Way Home (Forever will i see you more) – Choogle On Jamaica Scheme #10
The Way Home (Forever will i see you more) – Choogle On Jamaica Scheme #10

With scant days to go, Uncle Weed reflects on expectations, better realized – plus shares affection for kind people, the important of finding authenticity and supporting local economy– all while embarking on final steps before leaving, including: visiting Mr. Lawrence, the lifeguard; packing up jerk spice and mango chutney; detailing the geometric woodwork in the Queen’s Cottage’s roof; plus mops up a few stories, chats about PM Michael Manley’s Canadian ties, and dives into the sea… before saying good-bye to the Jamaican people by celebrating optimism about the free island’s place in the world.

Last time for everything in The Way Home (Forever will i see you more) ~ Choogle On Jamaica Scheme #10 (.mp3, stereo, 128kbps, 28:18)

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Cultural Field Notes For Ramblers – Choogle On! Jamaica Scheme #9

Choogle On Jamaica Scheme #9

“Mongooses are like ninja squirrels – stealth, rat-eating machines. They kinda look like squirrels but squirrels are gentle, nut-eating creatures and mongooses (mongeese) are feared sniper killers.”  

After more banter about lobsters, reggae and food, Uncle Weed offers observations about music industry, taxi drivers, civic pride, pothole filling, corrupt government and cynicism, devalued currency, human potential, news of the day, Patois remix, ninja squirrel mongoose, Rasta culture, fireflies, coconuts, kids doing homework, bats catching mosquitos, meaning of goats, donkeys strolling, swimming (or lack thereof), varieties of crabs, Prime Minsterial hijinks, calling elections, cruise ships, markets, churches, and Jamaica-Canada connections. 

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