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
High up a mountaintop of ancient uplifted coral, unaccompanied by bodyguards, escalades or a single Marley (unlike “reincarnated” snoop), I found a happy place– surrounded by thousands of little ladies. I squeezed the buds to savour the moment and smells of mangos and papayas, limes and skunks.
Note audio recorder in hand. My wanders are different now. I still wonder. Snapped with a single-use disposable camera