1 week in and I have to admit I’m feeling pretty guilty that I haven’t done any work. I was suppose to be in Kingston by 2 days ago – but Negril has me in her clutches and I don’t really want to ever leave LOL. Nevertheless, life is good to say the least and the days, although lazy, have been overloading my brain with ideas, colors, images and sounds.
I ordered a patti on the beach and this is what they gave me! This thing was HUGE!!! Apparently it’s a loaf and not a patti, but whatever it was, it was ital delicious. Speaking of food – Squeegie offered to cook yesterday and we chilled while he made some delux ackee, saltfish, pumpkin, green banana and yam. I love it when you can tell where your food came from and see the textures of the root or watching the raw peeling away of hard surfaces in dish preparation. I have taken waaay too many pictures of food on my travels.
I heard some squeaking while the boys cooked and Paul’s mom showed me the baby puppies sleeping in the shed. These dogs were way too cute – I hope they realize they were born Jamaican dogs (not LA pooches) so there will be no indoor, sofa sleeping, cute outfits for them. Strictly in the streets yaaard dogs. This is what they look like before they become gangster pooches.
After lunch we’re back on the move…a quick fix at the bike shop and a cruise to the beach. On a side note, dudes out here stunting on bikes know no fear. I can’t believe the flips, dances and stunts these guys pull mashing down really badly maintained roads. That said, I’ve also met a lot of guys that have been badly injured. Most of the boys pour out a little liquor for their dead homies from bike circles.

This piece of waterfront property is for sale 1.5 mil USD...who's with me on this one? Let's build a beach school
After the sun goes down, I usually make a trip to the gangster corner in the village they like to call GAZA. Movado and Vibes Kartel are pretty much running things here in Jamaica. The best music is always blasting out of the systems here, and everyone stands around grilling until you talk to them and realize they are all just sensitive thugs. On another side note I think I’m getting gut rot from drinking Magnums.
Of course the nightly jam down is the best! I haven’t danced this much in a long time. I love places in the world where people can express their style however they wish. I’ve seen the best outfits at the parties out here, with no brand names or magazine consultations – strictly style. Special shout out goes to Tre Paul in Toronto for tailoring this Tshirt for me. I think I’m gaining a pretty extensive collection of Lion printed shirts over the past year.
That’s all for now Jungle friends – catch up with ya’ll when i make it out to Kingston! One Love.

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