I had never been to Kokrobite. Rumors had it that was where the pot-heads hung out. It was where Rasta and beach-bums and their “cool” wannabes went. Where the local women went to snag white men and vice-versa. Where locals knew to leave well enough alone. My respectable-catholic-school-girl-gig didn’t go such places even when I … Continue reading Kokrobite (Part I)