Reggae Fest

The sun hung high in the sky, beating down like the angry eye of some Rastafarian god as I made my way into the heart of the beast: Reggae Fest. This wasn't just any festival—this was Bob Marley's turf. A place where the air was thick with the sweet scent of ganja and the rhythmic pulse of reggae music that seemed to seep into your very bones. It was a pilgrimage for the lost … [Read more...] about Lost in the Rhythm: A Day at Reggae Fest