We went to Yaam on a sunny Sunday afternoon. After riding our bicycles a bit, on our way there I was saying to my friend ?where the hell are you taking me?? ?I can be impatient and akin to a child sometimes. Anyways, we parked outside of what seemed to me like an abandoned?garage entrance. ?"Interesting!" ?Entrance was free and we walked?pass the group of Rastafarians sitting behind tables facing the spree, listening to Dub reggae?and selling Bob Marley Paraphernalia. I had a slight feeling I[...]
