I took a solo trip to Jamaica in September 2016 to get a bit of grounding, rerouting and recharging.
2009 was my last visit, and my current connection to the island is bashment, my parents and Saturday soup – I wanted to rectify that with the quickness.
With a population of roughly 2.8 million, Jamaica is the third largest island in the Caribbean. A fusion of cultures (spread across 14 parishes) born out of displacement, resistance and innovation – complex, gritty and beautiful.
Here are few snaps of my time on the island.
Things I cherished the most: public transport, higglers, hagglers, scenery, entrepreneurship, nostalgia ultra, connecting with strangers, corrugated iron roofs and peeny-wallys, melanin on melanin, box food, club nights on a Wednesday, butterflies in my stomach, KFC, white socks and parish churches, arrivals/departures, Halfway Tree, Kumina and folklore, patois, Tastee patties, ancestor legacies and Kingston in its entirety.
2 weeks wasn’t enough.
Stay tuned for part 2