So Neda and Vince tell me they are heading to Salvador for a music and riddim mish.
I ‘m thinking, wow, I could actually hook up with them on my way back from Holland, take some recording gear and capture some juice. All agreed..adventure on!
I check out the location of El Salvador and realise how close it is to Jamaica. My long awaited musical pilgrimage is now a reality. Full day trek from Holland to Belgium to sort visas and all set.
So I arrive in El Salvador to an empty airport and no sign of any crew. The airport security eventually ask me to leave as it’s closing time. I manage to hitch a ride with the air hostesses to the hotel. ( I had to play them a song on my guitar first).
Hop on the net and contact friends with the question “Where are you?”
“Where the #!#% are you??” they reply.
I say “El Salvador, where else?”……
They say “Salvador, Brasil”
I didn’t know it existed.
Silence. Disbelief. Staring. Laughter. Life.
I spent the night by the hotel pool singing songs for the air crew and left for Jamaica the next day.
Never made it to Brasil.