We spent most of the morning in the market getting gifts, I had a hunch that the place we where supposedly 'shopping till we dropped' was going to have jacked up prices. Plus I'd rather give business to my Rasta friends...everyone had nicknames...my name was Baby Rasta...and as soon as I got comfy it was time to go home...
After getting my hair braided -for only 6 cedsi!!!- (like $4-5) I walked up to the Rasta hang out to say my good byes....It was really sad..most of them gave me gifts and trinkets to remember them by...I had my last Red Red from Fish Bone's vegetarian spot and that was it...
..no not really. we went out to some club with them for the last time and that was it..
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