While painting a sign seated upon a Red Stripe stool, I explain my unique healing purpose for this trip to Little Bay and my motivations for making a series of videos about Little Bay Cabins and Villas. Plus preview some of the stories i plan to share including: Bob Marley’s cabin and swimming hole, delicious Jamaican food, and the interesting friends i’ve met here.
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.
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.
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.
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.