Right there on the island. Leaving the airport is an easy ting. You just have to talk some hours with the angry emigration women, wait in the cell, give praise and thanks to the prime minister and thats it. So the first Red Stripe (they drink it very cold?) was not really earned, but well.

Nor love or envy can stop them to guide us. Thats after taking a look to Montego. We met some nice guys and after a short while it where five of them. So we got five times more information then any other stupid tourist. baeh.

Good guys, bad guys. Thats one of good (the left one). A man full of riddims. We will meet him again. The bad one we saw in minibus taxi. 22 people in the transporter. There is no space for dem to roll a spliff. The badguy offered to the school kids inna di bus to burn down their house, kill their parents and blow dem da mouth if they like it. Cause they touched him. Using dat kind of transport is lot of fun and a great experience. Right now we are curious to meet the ugly.