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Music by: Marlon Parkes aka Bobo Shanty

Right here we go once more!
We board a flight from Amsterdam and in 9 hours we’re within the Caribbean. After a layover of simply a few hours on Curacao, we fly on to Jamaica. We land in Kingston round 11 am native time. The air is scorching, however not too humid.
We’ve got a three hours layover, so we resolve to get out of the airport and go have lunch in Port Royal, half an hour away on the coast. It is a bit of a ghost-town, as soon as a really wealthy service provider harbor, destroyed on the finish of the seventeenth century by a robust earthquake. It appears prefer it by no means actually recovered…
We eat lunch in a small fish-restaurant, well-known for its snapper. However I eat jerk hen as a result of I’m choosy with my fish, and the jerk-spices listed here are superb!
After all we drink some Crimson Stripe beers, and Simon and myself resolve it is time to discover some weed. It doesn’t take lengthy earlier than we hit the jackpot: actually on the aspect of the native Police station, alongside the seaside, there are some barracks and shacks; inside a gaggle of Rastas is busy cleansing and chopping weed and rolling it up in small balls, utilizing rolling papers as containers.
We ask if we are able to purchase some, and the fellows are thrilled. It is low cost, lower than 1 Euro per gram. However it is a bit bitter, very leafy, and we take pleasure in it simply because it has been some time since we smoked in Amsterdam! Among the Rastas within the again are smoking crack cocaine in a glass pipe, the scent is very bitter. They ask if we like some, and we politely inform them we’re simply right here for the ganja; they nod, and scream “Jah Rastafari”!
We sit and smoke a joint with them, and chat a bit in regards to the native weed, and the cops. It is unbelievable that that is all taking place subsequent to the Police station.
We depart as quickly because the joint is over, and we return to the restaurant to affix the remainder of the crew.
It is time to get again to the airport and catch a Jamaican Airways flight to Montego Bay, the place our native contacts are ready. The flight is basically quick, below half hour, and we arrive in MoBay earlier than sundown. Bigga, Shanti, Nampo and Taleban are ready for us and it is nice to see them once more; Arjan and myself spent some loopy days with these guys not way back, throughout our scouting journeys on the island.
These guys are a good crew, and they’ll maintain us throughout the subsequent days of this filming journey.
Nampo is a older Rasta, smart man, with a lot of contacts and really revered.
Taleban, his buddy, is a grower and a smuggler, an actual pirate and one of many funniest guys we ever had with us throughout our expeditions.
Bigga is our driver/bodyguard, he is a person of the highway and he is aware of who and what you want to know to maintain us protected.
Shanti is a neighborhood singer, a reggae artist with an incredible expertise and an excellent persona. I do know him since he was 10 years outdated, again in 1994, after I spent a number of weeks close to the place he lived along with his father (the person supplying me with tremendous herb on the time). It was actually particular to search out Shanti throughout our scouting journeys again in July, he is now a grown up man… and I get outdated! Shanti will come alongside and ensure the soundtrack of our travels is inspiring and impressed.
We get the automobiles, two Toyota Fortuner, and we load up the mountain of substances we’re carrying. Then we drive right down to Negril within the sundown gentle, and once we arrive it is already darkish. We resolve to spend the primary evening on the Blue Cave Citadel, a very cozy place on the rocky cliffs of Negril.
It is one other true 1994-flashback for me, this is without doubt one of the locations the place I stayed after I was a 20-years-old ganja-traveler, already a Pressure Hunter with out realizing it…. After all to make the flashback much more intense the identical room the place I slept then is out there, so I take it.
It nonetheless appears the identical.
We’re drained from the lengthy journey, and we resolve to go for some meals. Sadly the chef is sick, so we resolve to search out one thing not too far-off. We hit a jerk-chicken stand by the aspect of the highway and we eat like there isn’t any tomorrow.
After a number of Crimson Stripes and some joints we return to the resort, the place we smoke some good quantity of high-grade weed, and a few “gum”, the native finger-hash.
The weed is unquestionably an indica-cross, it tastes candy and robust, they usually say it is from a web site not too removed from the place we’re. We make a plan for tomorrow, and we fall asleep. Jamaica is nice. It is a true privilege to be right here once more.
Jah Bless!
And now we’re again with MisterX pics, the person is a real artist….. take pleasure in!

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