He obviously came from a different land, he looked different, sounded different but at the same time there was something familiar about him. He carried himself like an islander, with an independence of sprit. He wasn’t there on holiday, he was on a mission from Midleton, Co Cork.
He made his way to the very heart of the island, met the workers in the sugar cane fields, the locals and the rum makers. He learnt the ancient ways of rum making, a tradition and craft that has been part of island life for centuries.