This page is an homage to the people I meet on this journey and subsequent journeys, and the ones after those and.. well, you get the idea.
Joto. Santa Cruz, Tenerife
Joto caught my attention with the most dulcet Davis-esque tunes on his trumpet. He had a tiny amp playing his backing track but stole the show with his talent. His blasting laugh seemed to be in the same key as his music.