True that, but I went with roadies (with references, and a driver we were reffered to), we went to Bob Marley's grave, and got invited to our drivers town for a little party. Jammin' Jamacian style. We stopped to by a few - like six - cases of Red Stripe and felt like kings. In the West people are all to used to how everything is so 'not poor' - when in fact, dirt poor is rich, lots of people can't even afford the dirt.