Late One Night:

“In Stonetown, you a’safe.” Said Fuahim, the Rastafari, as he led me through the city’s alleys, late one night. “You walk here, a tourist is like a king or queen. This is paradise, man. I want you to know nobody can touch you and I want you to go home and announce it. Know what I mean? Here, we are all friends. No enemies, man. If I touch you and you scream 'thief' I will be killed by the people right here on the street. Need some ganja my friend? I can set you very local prices.”