...falling on the rooftop...here comes the rain again falling on my head like a memory...blame it on the rain that was slowly falling...down came the rain and washed the spider out.
As a kid did anyone ever tell you that if you kill a spider that it would rain? I want to know who the mofo was that went on a spider murdering spree on day 6. I mean, DAMN!
The morning of Sunday Aug 13 was spent getting ready for our Rural performance at the open air Hof Ter Linden. As we prepared we traded stories, Randy mentioned how our performance gave someone important goose bumps, Jenilee and Pam told of how we were bringing the diversity the organizers had always hoped for when they first started the Festivals. And when we were ready to roll...we had to wait. Hof Ter Linden is the land of some Baron and we had to walk there but that day the skies opened up and the rain was unbelievable. The drops were the size of water balloons. I'm telling you it was biblical, like day one of the forty days and forty nights before we had to board an ark. Wyness entertained us with his wet t-shirt moment, I'm telling you that it's not as sexy as it sounds. Pam and Melissa entertained us with a stirring bongo rendition of 'officially missing you' as we all just chilled on the stage. Then when the rain stopped being ridiculous we made a break for it en-masse.
All I have to say is that $1.50 CAD kung-fu shoes don't provide the support or protection from puddles and mud as one would think. How do those ninja's do it? Another thing I have to say is that this Baron Von Linden must have been a total baller to have half the city as his private lands. His drive way is attached to the city centre. We walked thru the city past Pita palace, across the city square (which is approximately round) and down this drive way that looked like something straight out of the opening of a horror flick.
Scene: Our hero has to lead his band of WWII era dressed Filipino refugees down a 2 mile cobblestone drive way with scary sounds coming from the forrest on the right with moonlight leaking thru the line of trees separating the drive from the darkness of the fields beyond...
Beyond his giant driveway was his giant gate. Beyond his giant gate was his giant courtyard. Beyond his giant courtyard was his giant house and past that was another drive around his giant lake and thru his giant Forrest to a giant open field were there was this cool ass open air stage set up. Basically my and everyone else's kung-fu shoes were ruined. I thought Marc was smart wearing his hi-tops, that is until I found out later that he had ruined those. As we waited in and around our tents we got to get ignored by Sicily some more and the poperazzi followed Pam and Mer around. Hungary perfomed with us that day. Then it was time to dance.
The performance went by with out incident, unless you count Pam loosing her wrap almost immediately (which was later immortalized in a picture in my newspaper) or Randy crushing his wrapped candle glasses together trying to save his head glass from falling (which fell anyway) or Wil wondering where the hell on this flat stage he managed misplace his other hand glass (Edric punted it off) or the magicians having to stand up leaving the mics and move onto the stage during tinikling or getting trapped on stage after the performance because it was too dangerous to leave. So it was pretty much uneventful.
We had that evening off and our host family took Pat and I to the light festival in Reet. Apparently Reet means 'ass' and our host sister being from Reet and with a last name of Von Reet is actually literally 'from ass'. The Light festival was amazing. The city of Reet closes down this whole neighbor hood and sets up beer gardens and stages all over the place. The houses dress up their lawns with a series of puzzles. Example. One house had a series of clues arranged around what looked like a women with her legs open showing off her Pek Pek (Vagina Monologues) and another that featured a smoking jacket, a picture of Bugs Bunny and a bunch of women named June, April, and May (Hugh Hefner). The idea being you strolled around figuring out as many as you could. I figured out 3 out of the 4 we stopped at. I'm a genius eh? And the final stop was a giant tent where Marlies dance troupe was helping host a dance festival. I learned a bunch of dances including the Jig. I can now dance the Jig. Hungry taught a few dances. I also learned what was supposed to be an erotic European dance, it was pretty lame. Obviously these ppl have never seen the tango or any Latin dances. A few of the super hot Russian women were there and I tried for about 10 mins to engage them in convo (how the frak did those Panamanian guys do it?)
As mentioned previous this was the second night I didn't get any sleep, but it will be the first time I tell you why. Apparently the night of La Noche I kept Pat up all night with my snoring so he decided that it would be smart if he should fall asleep first and the best way was for him to read himself to sleep. So I'd close my eyes as he read in bed with the lights on and I would wait for him to fall asleep so I could turn off the lights and fall asleep myself. Unfortunately Pat sometimes liked to walk around downstair in our room all night before attemting to sleep. The first time I didn't mind, payback I suppose. But after a few days of this I was going batty. At the time I felt it was fair considering how my snoring was apparently pretty bad. Much later during our back packing I asked some of the others if my snoring is really bad and apparently Pat was just being OA about it. Now I find the reading in bed episode slightly inconsiderate on his part. Perhaps my snoring was just bad that one time when I was passed out after La Noche but still that was like our 5th night there.
Rhoel.
posted by R @ 12:24 PM
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