Reggae for Sunday
We were eating chicken wings at Malugay when we heard the ocean. Not the gentle rush of waves on a beautiful night smelling of saltwater and vacation but the sound of reggae emanating from the walls of The Collective. It was late but our hearts thudded with the music and decided to check where the music was coming from. A party was in full blast in B-Side, no door fee, and we were welcomed by the piercing cry of the trumpet, a voice persuading us to dance to Bob Marley challenging the calm of a Sunday night.