We're lost in Treasure Beach now, sipping our Mountain Cofee at our night spot down by the sea. Natural fire, natural mystic. Wind blows but times stand still. Only mama sun reminds us at 6:30 to another shitty day in paradise we've lost.

Finally we've made our way up the mountains. As a matter of fact that we got up much to late at am 3:15 we could not reach the peak. But we stopped by a good good friend, which recently finished his "made out of t'ree" Landover (engl. Land Rover). Here was strictly Gaza side and we instantly knew in which dangerous area we had trod in. Soundsystem basses like bazooka shots blew through the valley. And Mr. Zero enjoyed taking a bath in the pile of mildly roasted High-Society-Cofee-Shit. This cofee sells throughout the whole world as the finest of the finest, a pounds world market price is actually at 8o US Dallas! And still rising. The morning drink of the emperors and popes of dis ya world. We enjoyed the only cofee that grows in tropical climate fresh grounded and boiled over blue mountain wood fire. Emperor stylee me a tellin yu!

The Don changed his mood rapidly and is now on a special educational trip. He is heading to become worlds smartest hustler. Always complaining about the others, always suffering from something. Always hustling. Him pockets empty now and even the toughest Jamaican beggar will give him a little something. A cigarette, some shags, a wrizzala or even a red stripe. Teach dem how fi beg!

dangerous trafficlight people on the street (thats allways dangerous) most dangerous busplace in kingston thats the opera, a very very dangerous place. take care!

On our task to find jamaican musicians we have made huge steps. Actually we now have 487 contacts - acquired in 15 days. Wow! Things nice inna Jamaica, Jamaica easy. In Bars, in the strrets, in the library, in the trucks, in the policecars, even in the toilets and in the laundries you can find them. Everybody here is a musician. You know I'm saying! Here you see some more famous guys in the business. Driving big cars and rolling much bigger spliffs, them are by now at what one calls "Zion of Reggae". Roots is roots and rotz remains rotz!

Kaunt keeps a funny and social person I can't. I misstrust everybody inna the cities. My best friend and bedneighbour still has no name and is a pretty quiet person. We just call him lizard.

Ya man, these are the words of Junior Marvin. And this is the pic of Junior Marvin, together with his maybe biggest fan.