kastom dancers prepare |
Eric and David dancing |
Chief and warriors dance |
Although Lenes was brought up here she's never seen a traditional dance so we invited her to come with us. Our motives weren't entirely altruistic, Lenes speaks excellent English, the national Bislama language (pidgen) and the local dialect. She'd be our interpreter.
It was Lenes cousin , everyone has many, many cousins, who picked us up in his taxi. The word taxi describes a Toyota pick up truck with seat for driver plus one other and all other passengers travel en plein air et sans chaises. OK when it's not raining and you're on the main road. Less appealing when it's raining and you're bumping along a rutted track as it was on our return trip. My bruised derrière hurt for days afterwards.
Chief Jean-Marc and his family were waiting for us dressed in their traditional wear of natural plants and presented six dances with singing and musical accompaniment on the drum and bamboo sticks. Lenes was able to explain the stories and meaning of each dance. At first our performers seemed bored and looked anywhere except at us but after they took a break and we shared the food and chatted it was all smiles and happiness. I think it is because they are naturally shy and we were another bunch of strangers in their village. They perform three or four times a week so there probably is an element of boredom too.
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