How can one be in Jamaica and not visit the Bob Marley house/museum? I just felt the pull when walking through his house, viewing his bedroom, his kitchen, his little recording room and his favorite denim shirt … feeling a “connection”, of sort.
There is much written about him but to see photos of him not usually seen is indeed an honor.
and in his backyard, it is the first time I am setting my eyes on a Marijuana plant. Is that cool or what?!?!