This weekend I went to the Jamaiican festival in Tokyo’s Yoyogi park, featuring a live Reggae Soundsystem, live painting, stalls selling Jamaiican jewelry and garments, and lots of food stalls (with long queues). I ate jerk chicken and drank Red Stripe and Hemp beer. It was fun but the expected haze of marijuana smoke was conspicuously absent! Here are some photos taken by my mate, Frank.
While I’m on the subject of Jamaiica, I’ve discovered an entertaining blog by a Japanese girl in Jamaiica. That must be one hell of a culture clash! But the girl seems streetwise and well equipped to deal with any problems over there. Here’s a typical extract:
A man who comes up and says “You come here for big anaconda,eh?” Do you find him appealing? He is just mocking you. So whenever someone says this to me, I stare at his crotch, put my hand on my hip and say “Im dead or wha? Mi no see notten between yu leg! Though mi see dem big one inna Japan” and walk away. This anaconda talk is not a come on. It’s funny though.
Check out the link here: Weh Miss Chin Seh?