 Arrving at the Argyle Hotel to celebrate Dragon Boat Festival food! | For the next three days, China basks in a national holiday that is Dragon Boat Festival. A number of folkloric stories surround the festivities with the most popular one being that of the Chinese poet Qu Yuan. It’s said that he was part of the Chu Royal House during the Zhou dynasty when the King at the time changed his allegiance to Qin Royal House and turned against the poet Qu. Consequently, in his desperation the poet decided to drown himself.
Being popular with the people, they all threw wrapped rice packets into the river so that the fish wouldn’t harm the poet but instead eat the floating food instead. So, it was with that setting we joined a few friends at the Argyle International Airport Hotel in Shanghai to try a hand at making these so-called rice packets. Actually, the correct term is zongzi, or rice dumplings. The hotel’s marketing manager Maggie was on hand to settle us in, asking to wash our hands before we delved in with the food-making.
| | A Shanghainese lady who didn’t speak a word of English was on hand to show us the ropes. A large dining table in a private dining suit had been set up with all the raw ingredients laid out in industrial kitchen aluminium trays. Despite the obvious language barrier (well, at least for Lezil and I!) – our teacher soon had our hands full with two strips of large water reeds which we had to fold in half, curving at the same time to then create a small closed funnel in our left hand. By our end of the table, there was rice soaked in soy sauce and Chinese seasoning of which we lined the inside of our hand-held funnel-shaped reeds.
Next step was to place a strip of pork belly (again seasoned and drenched in soy sauce) and top it off with more rice. Then came the fun part – the actual packet making. The long left-over strips of reeds were tightly stretched over the top of the funnel with the sides pushed down, and the firmly wrapped to the sides.
|  Busy learning how to make rice dumplings. |  With our good friend Nicoleen tying up our rice dumplings. | Grabbing a bit of string, you bound the reeds with force to ensure that none of the inside contents would spill out. And voila! One meat rice dumpling complete. After a few rounds at the station, we swapped for the vegetarian version which comprised of white rice and red beans. This time we used bamboo leaves instead as these were smaller triangular versions of the pork ones.
| | Once you got a routine going, it was pretty easy going to churn out a good number of those rice dumplings after which one of the hotel’s chefs took them away for cooking which normally is done by boiling but also steaming. It takes around 1.5 hours to two hours to cook them fully. We had finished our culinary activity and the same dining table was cleaned up, with a table cloth on top and a nice spread of fresh fruit, salads, drinks, and (you guessed it) rice dumplings were all served for us to enjoy.
It was a fun way to spend an afternoon, in keeping with a historical Chinese tradition. Kudos to Maggie from the hotel for organising the event. |  Another fun friend of ours, Christina, eating a cooked rice dumpling. |  Celebrating Burundi culture at Café Connect. | Completely jumping cultures, not to mention an entire continent, the following afternoon it was the bi-monthly Café Connect gathering. As part of Shanghai Community Fellowship’s welcoming committee, the social event takes place after the 4pm Church service where people gather in the small chapel next door to not only socialise but be treated to some delicious eats and drinks. Over the last couple of months, a new running theme had been launched whereby each session now highlights the diversity of people who actually attend the Hengshan Road Church.
This week it was the turn of three African nations: Rwanda, Nigeria and Burundi. West African Gospel music played as people eagerly filtered in after the service. Two opposite rows of tables provided people the chance to sample not only more standard snacks but nibbles from the respective countries including a very flavoursome Nigerian ‘Akara’ or bean cake and the Jollof Rice (a spicy tomato based dish readily associated with West African cooking) which disappeared in no time.
| | I like my African prints and it just so happened that I had some Nigerian traditional clothes in Shanghai that were given to me by a close friend in London as a wedding gift. Yes, I became an honorary Naija with one Nigerian friend commenting that I carried myself like a royal chief. She joked to me, saying that I must fulfil my role as a strong leader by finding myself three additional wives alongside wifey number one, Lezil. Sounded like too much drama if you asked me!
With the rhythmic uplifting music playing, I could only marvel at how even in a place as far flung as China, the vibrancy of the African spirit can bring such unity and positivity. We are already preparing for Café Connect’s second African round which happens on Sunday 23rd June focusing on Zambia, Zimbabwe and the Waka Waka nation itself – South Africa! Lezil will be cooking up a storm for that one.
|  Call me a 'Naija'! (left to right) Christina, me, Deji and Nicoleen. | We got home an hour later to the mother of all surprises right on our door step. (‘Mother’ being the operative word here.) Walking up our winding steps to our third floor apartment and just as Lezil hit the final corner she jumped back in shock. Sprawled out by our front door was a cat that was clearly in beginnings of labour. The ginger mother-to-be was heaving heavily and was clearly in a lot of discomfort. I came up to join Lezil on our floor and, rather embarrassingly, the first thing that came out was “Not again!”.
 Help!! This cat is in labour. Meanwhile Winne (right) is more concerned with eating! | You see, we had already semi-adopted our street cat – Winnie – who pretty much appeared in the same way as a weak 2 month old kitten and two years later, he’s still with us , albeit roaming the streets all day and night. We didn’t know what to do. The cat wasn’t moving but just panting away and you could see that her tummy was contracting. The stench was pungent which we amateurishly diagnosed as her waters having been broken.
In a daze, I turned to Lezil and said to her that I was sure this was our next door fruit lady’s cat. With lightning speed I jumped down the stairs, two at a time, and ran the 10 street metres to her store. She was busy slurping her evening noodles and in my gargled Chinese and accompanying frantic sign language, I managed to get her to understand me. She swiftly followed me back up the stairs to the tiny hall by our apartment door.
| She rambled on in Shanghainese to me, of which I don’t understand a word of, so I asked her to switch to Putonghua (Mandarin) and got the gist of her saying “Zhe bu shi wo de mao” (this is not my cat). She then started to say that her cat is longer and has more white markings. How could this be? I was so sure it belonged to her. Apologising for mis-alerting her, she left us with this bulging pregnant non-moving feline helplessly lying at our feet. | Like a mad man, I scrolled through my phone to see who I knew was a ‘cat-person’. Bingo! Our Jamaican friend Liza (who I also happen to work alongside with at the Caribbean Association in China). She dished out the necessary advice which had Lezil running back to the fruit lady store to get a large box. I kept monitoring the cat. We got a soft green IKEA bath rug and lined the box with it. Seeing sense, the cat actually dragged itself onto the rug inside the box.
By this time, we had Lezil’s mum all the way in Australia coaching us on what to expect over the next few hours. Her family are experienced cat owners and had delivered kittens before. Then to add to the action, Winnie, our boy cat, decides to make his grand entrance and became all bewildered with the unfolding scene. He cautiously crept up to the ginger puss in the box then planted himself solidly by our door as if to say, “they are my owners, don’t even think about…”.
|  Winnie closely looking at proceedings. |  Lezil lining the floor with plastic. | His food bowl was empty, so I stacked it up to try and distract him. It worked. So there we were, standing in between a cat in labour and another one busy stuffing its face. I was adamant that I didn’t want the ginger cat dropping her load outside our door. The last thing we needed was a hoard of more cats meowing to be fed. One was enough, thank you very much. (Can you tell that I am not a cat person? Give me a dog any day!)
I went back down to the ground floor and interrupted one of neighbour’s dinner to ask him if we could use a sheltered spot outside in the communal garden to place the cat-in-labour and her box? He wasn’t too pleased with the idea. Unfortunately street cats are like rats here and therefore not a lot of care is shown towards the creatures. Getting one of my Shanghainese buddies on the phone to explain properly the situation to him, he thankfully relented.
| | I was super nervous picking up the box with the cat in it, especially as it had one open side. But she was perfectly well-behaved not moving, almost knowingly trusting our judgement for her well-being. We used one of the outside shed areas, lined it with plastic on the floor (to make it waterproof) and then I gently lowered the box down. There was no rain forecast which meant a dry night and the overnight temperature was a warm 20C. Good conditions.
The mother cat soon relaxed and closed her eyes. In a way, that was our job done. Just call us the cat midwives! The rest was now in her court. At the time of writing, she was still busy nesting but no sign of new lives yet.
|  Settling the pregnant street cat in her new birthing sheltered spot. | Once we were back in our apartment and I had time to digest all that had just happened and I remembered that this was the other ginger cat that I had frequently seen Winnie playing with by the next door neighbour’s concrete back yard. So, the big unanswered question we have to ask ourselves…is Winnie the father?  With our lao shi (teacher) learning how to make rice dumplings.  Packing in the wraps with rice and meat.  Raw seasoned pork.  Good times with friends doing something culturally Chinese. :)  Some finished rice dumplings we made, ready for cooking.  With the Argyle Hotel's marketing Manager, Maggie.  Nigeria stand proud! At Café Connect with friends (left to right) Philippa and Bettina (daughter and mother - Jamaica/Nigeria).  With another friend, Francis (Ghana/UK).  (left to right) Ibere (Nigeria) with Christina (Germany).  Southern Africans! (left to right) Lezil (SA), Nyasha (Zim) and Thando (SA).  With the Nigerian and Burundi crew!  With some of my local friends who dropped by to sample some African delights!  And yes....this could be a picture of the future (me constantly in Nigerian clothes!). Not sure what you were thinking of... LOL! ;)  Yes! Akara in Shanghai!
 With current World Champion and Olympic Champion (400m), Kirani James. | “You are so laid-back, down-to-earth and level-headed,” I commented to Olympic 400 metres champion Kirani James. From where we were seated, there was an impressive view of Shanghai’s athletic stadium. A number of world class athletes were in town for the annual Diamond League competition. The one day track and field event had ended a couple of hours ago and now a small number of us had gathered at the top floor bar of the Regal Shanghai East Asia Hotel (yes, a rather long name) for an evening hosted by the Grenadian Embassy in China.
And of course, being Grenada’s first ever medal-winning Olympian at last year’s London 2012 Olympics Kirani James was guest of honour. It was a small invite-only cocktail reception with Charge D’Affaires Mr. Richard Nixon from the Grenadian Embassy overseeing proceedings.
| | A number of Caribbean students from various Shanghai university campuses were also present, many of whom we already knew from previous social events. That added to the friendly atmosphere where Kirani sat with our group and happily engaged in our lively conversations.
That impressed me. I have come across other well-known ‘celebrities’ in my previous working life and more often than not, a diva-ish mentality along with touch of snobbery tended to linger around these so-called personalities. Not with Kirani. If anything, he was somewhat timid at first but with Lezil sat right next to him they spent practically the whole evening chatting about his first impressions of Shanghai, his sporting career and life back home on his Caribbean island of Grenada.
|  Grenadians in Shanghai with their national sporting hero! (top row from far right) Kirani James and Mr. Richard Nixon from the Grenadian Embassy. |  Part of James' team: Renaldo Nehemiah (far left) and Harvey Glance (third from the left). | Even his management/coaching team were also a reflection of his no-nonsense attitude. Americans Renaldo Nehemiah (manager) and Harvey Glance (coach) come from a glorious sporting background and now they form the core team which has contributed to the rise and success of Kirani’s career to date. Renaldo himself became the first man to run the 110m hurdles in under 13 seconds and pretty much dominated the sport during the late 1970s. Harvey’s discipline was the 100m – at one time equalling the world record (1976) and taking home the gold medal in the 4x100m relay at the 1976 Montreal Olympics. | | Upon hearing Lezil’s distinct South African accent, coach Harvey soon broached the subject of recently disgraced paralympian Oscar Pistorius (aka the blade runner). Harvey told us how Kirani and Oscar had trained a few times together and not forgetting the media attention-grabbing shot from the 2012 Olympics when both athletes swapped their name bibs after Kirani bagged the gold in the 400m final. Harvey said that to this day he still can’t believe that Oscar had got caught up in that alleged murder mess. According to Harvey, he was one of the nicest guys on the circuit, always upbeat and smiling. I guess we have a few months still to wait before the whole case (and the media circus that goes along with it) comes to life again. |  Kirani and troubled South African athlete Oscar Pistorius swapping name bibs at last year's 2012 London Olympics. |  Caribbean ladies enjoying the evening reception hosted by the Grenadian Embassy. | Having sampled some Grenadian rum, downed a few glasses of Chilean red wine and swayed to the reggae and soca music playing over the bar’s speaker system we bid our farewells to Mr. Nixon thanking him for organising a fun evening. (Also, thanking our lovely friend Nicoleen for the hook up!) Riding the elevator down to the hotel lobby from the top 12th floor, Renaldo and Harvey were also turning in for the night. I noticed Harvey’s huge signet ring which he said he got to commemorate the 2008 Beijing Olympics of which he was Team USA’s assistant coach for. In a few hours’ time they both had return flights back to the States. It was a real delight to have met them all. And yes, Kirani James won the 400m that day with a time of 44.02 seconds. USA’s LaShawn Merrit came second (44.60) and the Dominican Republic’s Luguelín Santos in third (45.11).
| | That was Saturday night. Sunday and it was time to welcome another newcomer to Shanghai. Her name – Ms Mikko. As part of Studio Ebony’s month of workshops and specialist consultation sessions, the Shanghai-based Afro hair salon had invited over renowned American cosmetologist and hair professional Ms Mikko who hails from Dudleys – a leading brand in hair care and products in the US. As big as her reputation is, her personality was even bigger.
Barely walking through the salon’s front doors and within seconds Ms Mikko was cracking all manner of jokes about her Chinese experience thus far. Living in China over an extended period of time, you almost forget the obvious differences to living in the West and it’s not until a fresh outsider steps in, do you realise that actually you have unintentionally become just that little bit more Chinese in your ways.
|  Ms Mikko in action at Shanghai's Studio Ebony. |  Ms Mikko getting ready to loosen out the curls. | It was late afternoon and Ms Mikko was on her last client of the day. She was busying herself on a hair-curling job. Sitting under her magical hands was German/Tunisian Sarah. She mentioned that she had been to other very expensive high-profile salons in Shanghai over the year and half she has lived here and none were able to produce the results she was looking for. “They just don’t get my hair,” she said. It was her first time visiting Studio Ebony and she excitedly glanced at the huge wall mirror while Ms Mikko was unfastening her curling tongs and expertly loosening each curl. The result was instantaneous. The curls were defined with plenty of volume and bounce.
“This is what I have always imagined,” tailed off Sarah holding a small mirror with one hand and using the other to gently scrunch the loose curls. Ms Mikko couldn’t have been prouder. There went another extremely happy customer out the door.
| | Apart from dealing with clients at Studio Ebony, Ms Mikko will be holding a series of workshops to cover a number of topics from examining the hair effects of hard water damage (a big problem in Shanghai) to healthy hair maintenance and understanding hair growth and curls which is all slated for the beginning of June.
Back home she owns two salons, is a beauty industry educator, comes with over 23 years of first-hand experience and holds a number of recognised qualifications in different fields. It’s safe to say that Studio Ebony have pulled out the big guns. As for her impromptu stand-up comedy rants, well that something that just can’t be taught.
|  Keeping us entertained all afternoon was Ms Mikko! | Think of Eddie Murphy’s classic ‘Raw’ with a more modern twist and the same ‘colourful’ language fueling her hilarious commentaries, that’s Ms Mikko right there. She even dubbed Lezil as a cute mini version of ‘Kim Kardashian’ with a hot booty to match. I gave Ms Mikko a high-five to that!  The Regal Shanghai East Asia Hotel bar decorated with Grenada's colours.  With Mr Richard Nixon, Charge D'Affaires for the Grenadian Embassy. (Shanghai staduim in the background.)  Hanging out with Kirani James!  Lezil in deep convo with Kirani.  Kirani bringing Olympic glory for the Caribbean island of Grenada.  Ms Mikko lands up at Shanghai's Studio Ebony.  Various stylists at work.  Ms Mikko using her years of experience to create a fantastic look.  One very happy customer!  Studio Ebony founders (left to right) Bryonie Richards and Camille Lindo with Ms Mikko.
 Also celebrating April birthdays, (left to right), Annie, Alice and Annie. | Friday, for many, is the day to start unwinding in anticipation for the following two days off. And the Friday just gone also happened to be my birthday, so as you can imagine I was in an exceptionally celebratory mood that day. It was still a work day, but I made sure that one of my final classes of the day (a weekly ‘English Corner’ for around 30 students) would somehow incorporate a ‘marking of the occasion’.
I made it blatantly obvious by writing on the board “Birthdays” and there followed an hour’s theme which included bringing out a pre-bought chocolate birthday cake and inviting other April babies on to the stage with me.
| | As much as they were students, a number of them had also become good friends (the plus side of teaching adults). 9pm and I wrapped up my final class for the week.
At home, I dumped my teaching gear. Lezil was all glammed up and ready to go. Our night was to be at the recently refurbished Geisha club. Reggie, a close friend and a prominent DJ on the Shanghai scene, had organised a charity night. Clubbers came out in force (I was told over 700 people) spread over two floors. MAD logos were everywhere ensuring that we knew the whole purpose of the evening was about “Making A Difference”. |  With friend and MAD founder, Reggie aka DJ Verse@tille! |  At Geisha club with our early drinks offer (left to right) me, Nina, Jayden and Jening. | It’s a non-profit organisation set up by Reggie (also known as DJ Verse@tille) and through his team’s tireless efforts, they have helped a number of charities both in China and back in his native South Africa.
Lezil and I being the early birds, we managed to take advantage of the clubs generous offer of 8 drinks for RMB 100 ($15). Some friends had already arrived and as the place was still warming up (and the music not too loud), it gave us a chance to catch up without losing our voices in the process. Slowly but surely over the next hour, the rest of our friends trickled in by which time the first floor, where we were stationed, had upped the tempo with some banging Hip Hop club beats.
| | Lezil and I don’t usually do the whole club thing. We opt more for live music venues with a good band. But once in a while it’s fun to get buck wild (all above board!). The top third floor had started to fill up around midnight where DJ Envoy (another friend, Brent) was spicing things further with all the latest and greatest from the islands.
The Caribbean and African massive had come out in force and the atmosphere was pumping. From Bashment to Reggae to Soca and even some UK Funky House – the dancefloor was packed as people booty-shaked to familiar beats. These were my ‘Dancehall Shanghai Shakers’. I was in my total element here.
|  The party crowd going MAD for Caribbean beats in Shanghai! | From what had originally been planned as a quick drink and a hello (i.e. only staying for an hour or two)…the time just flew past with each big tune hyping the crowd more and more. You gotta love Shanghai’s unique international community – something not always portrayed to the outside world. The clock hand went past 2am and I knew it was time to wrap things up, even though I could have gone on until the closing time of 4am. We had an early 7am start to the second part of my birthday weekend activity and already I knew that it was going to be a struggle to wake up for it. But, I didn’t care! The birthday adrenalin would keeping me going…
 Some of my students celebrating my birthday with me!  Taking a break from English learning, everyone enjoys some chocolate cake!  Arriving at Geisha friends (left to right) Deji, Lucy and her husband.  With (left to right) Redic and Camille aka my rude gyal from Jamaica!!  Deji...this guy!!!  Lezil with our friend Maggie.  Lezil and Camille get down!  Partying with my lovely wife! x  Big up the Caribbean massive! (left to right) Julian (Bahamas) and Tricia (Dominica).  On the 3rd floor for some bashment beats with my peeps Julian and Christal (Antigua).
 Me, Clarence and Byronie. The key to any good party is the music, especially where Caribbean people are concerned. This year’s annual Caribbean Association in China (CAC) Christmas event had all the makings of a heaving downtown club with 300 revellers bringing the energy and positive spirit from the islands. It all happened at the CAC’s venue of choice – the Crowne Plaza Shanghai.
From the moment the doors opened at 7pm, already a sizeable crowd had entered taking advantage of the Caribbean buffet spread which this year had some additional new recipes. There were the stable rice and peas, salt fish and jerk chicken offerings. And coinciding with the event’s theme, there were debuts dishes like stewed pork in rum sauce, rum baked fish, lamb seasoned rum and melon soaked in rum. You guessed it, was all about the rum.
That sugarcane produced liquor culminated in the much in-demand Caribbean rum punch which had queues of up to thirty people all eagerly waiting to quench their dance-induced thirst. A number of raffle prizes were given out throughout night varying from homemade Caribbean bread, a home furnishing hamper and restaurant vouchers, to stays in five star hotels and leading French skincare products.
As opposed to previous CAC Christmas celebrations where there were a number of entertainment items woven into program, this year was kept simple.
 Party crowd at the CAC Christmas event. "We wanted to change things up a bit and give people a chance to really let their hair down and party," said CAC President Byronie Richards.
And the gamble paid off. Once the buffet line had petered out, people were in gear and ready to rev up their starting engines. Taking centre stage was invited guest DJ Laoban, and from the moment he spun his first reggae track not one bit of the dancefloor became visible. It was a sea of bodies swaying to pulsating rhythms. The atmosphere was electrifying.
Of Japanese/Korean decent, DJ Laoban first stumbled across reggae music when he accidently purchased a copy of Shaggy's 'Oh Carolina' when he was just 14 years old spurring his lifelong passion for the genre. "It was during 1998 when Mr Vegas 'Heads High' was a big tune and I really got into MCing and DJing. At the start it was just for fun because turntables at the time were way too expensive for me," explained Laoban.
 With mix master DJ Laoban. He then moved to China in 2002 and has since become an unofficial pioneer for Caribbean music. “Everyone knows that Japan is huge on reggae music. Jamaican artists perform in Japan every year. In fact, we have many Jamaicans living in Japan and increasing number of Japanese people visiting Jamaica each year. Now China is a new market for us. It’s small but growing and I have already played in cities like Shanghai, Hong Kong and Shenzhen,” he said.
Laoban drew curious glances from a number of guests arriving at the Christmas party, all probably wondering if he could really play to a majority Caribbean crowd. Any question marks were instantaneously erased with his first power punching set which riled up the dancers with one 90s hit after another. Terror Fabulous ‘Action’, Red Rat ‘Tight Up Skirt’ and Shaggy ‘It wasn’t Me’ – Laboan was on fire. There was also a nod to some home-grown Japanese talent by way of Barbie Japan and her 2010 soca hit ‘I Miss You’.
The night continued to pick up speed as Bahamian MC Clarence called on people to take on various dance challenges on stage. People jiggled and let loose with ‘Wok Up’ and displayed some hinge-bending neck swirls on ‘Dutty Wine’ which brought on ecstatic reactions from partygoers. Then the limbo pole was thrown in the middle of the crowd which prompted the annual dance-off. Soca music kept the atmosphere on a high as that pole kept going lower and lower. There was only one name that people had to beat – the CAC’s very own Christal Oliver.
 Turning the heat up on 'Wuk Up'! Unbeaten now in four years, she had a glint of sheer determination in her eyes as she wrapped a coat around the bottom part of her just-too-short dress. The fiery red of her clothing seemed to match her smoking hot performance. As each contender withered out (and probably waking up the next morning with an almighty backache) Christal just kept going. It was an inevitable game, set and mach to the Antiguan beauty.
When the party was about to end and people were still sweating out their dance moves, that was clearly a huge compliment to the DJ to maintain such momentum. After all, who could resist the remix version of Psy’s monster South Korean hit which Jamaicans Mega Banton, G Loc and Singer J remade as ‘Gangnam Badman Style’. Laoban my selecta, wheel and come again!
“First I want to big up President Byronie and Vice President James for giving me such a great experience at the CAC Christmas party. Big up everyone from the Caribbean and Africa who came out tonight. God bless you all every time,” closed Laoban.
As corny as it may sound, it was the warmth and sense of unity that made the event such a huge success. Practically every Caribbean identity was present that night and if not, the decorative flags placed all around the venue ensured each nation was represented.
 African and Caribbean identies at the CAC party. Many were meeting each other for the first time. But the very fact that we were all foreigners in China with a common cultural thread uniting us – meant that it was like meeting up with long-established friends. And as a member of the CAC executive board, I couldn’t have been prouder of what we all achieved as a team.
Laoban put it best when he said: “I may not be Caribbean, but the culture has taught me everything from love, unity and respect.” A true dat!
 Celebrating birthdays at the CAC Christmas party. |  CAC partygoers. |  Africa united! (left to right) Nyasha (Zimbabwe), Lezil (South Africa) and Brenda (Uganda). |  Friend, Snow getting the party started on stage! |  Soon, people go all ‘Dutty Wine’ crazy! |  Soca music and limbo gets people hype! |  CAC Treasurer Christal Oliver prepares to retain her limbo crown. |  Under she goes…! |  And…she wins! Limbo queen once again! |  Guyana up inna de place! |  With friend and one of the CAC’s original founders – Liza Chang (Jamaica). |  DJ Laoban and girlfriend. |  With reigning limbo champion Christal. |  Another Japanese reggae head, Katsuo (right) with his friend. |  Niki (Jamaica) and her cute self! |  Enjoying the vibes Ian (UK) and Emily (USA). |  CAC’s PR Officer Claudia (St Lucia). |  Katsuo strikes again! |  CAC Christmas party first-timer Kwandi (Zimbabwe/Jamaica/UK). |  Japan’s DJ Laoban and his impressive selection of current and classic hits from the Caribbean! |  Lezil simply can't resist de riddims!! |  Lezil with friends Paul (UK) and Amy (Canada). |  Handing out the raffle prizes. |  No one leaves the party til the very last song plays! |
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