A.M. BUSHLAND

SOMEWHERE BEYOND THE CITY, BUSHLAND AWAITS.

Hidden deep within the Caribbean is a village that doesn’t appear on any map. A place surrounded by lush forest, where nature sets the rhythm and the rules of polite society are left somewhere at the entrance.

They call it Bushland.

And it isn’t for everyone. But if you’re willing to venture a little further, get a little dirtier and surrender to whatever the night brings, you may just have what it takes to find it.

Because when night falls, the village comes alive.

Paint hits skin. Mud meets water. Oil glistens under the moonlight. Soca echoes through the trees as the inhabitants of Bushland emerge to welcome you into a J’Ouvert ritual that carries on until morning.

Out here, nobody cares how you arrived, what you’re wearing or who you’re supposed to be. You move with the music, lose yourself in nature and become part of something you’ll struggle to explain when you return to civilisation.

For one night only this Carnival, leave the ordinary behind and enter Bushland.