Rasta Man

I went back to Jamaica on a medical mission last month. It was much the same as last year.

One big difference is that I made friends with this guy. His name is Rollin, "like rolling without the 'g'" as he put it. We met in a small municipal park in Port Maria while I was taking photographs of a monument to Tacky. Tacky led a slave rebellion on Easter Sunday 1760. Rollin filled me in with all the details of the rebellion. To the Jamaicans, Tacky is a folk hero. Tacky was hanged not too far from Port Maria.

During the week, Rollin and I had many encounters nearly all of an entrepreneurial nature. Rollin sold me water coconuts, which contain a clear, sweet fluid; small, stubby Jamaican bananas; and a bill of goods about Rasta men. I suspect he could have provided me with Jamaican produce of a more illicit nature had I been so inclined. I enjoyed his company and he seemed to know his Jamaican history.

I'm working on the hair.
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