“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins

Sunday, 12 July 2009

Day 69 – 12th July – Sunday

What a fantastic night! ( Wesley’s ‘friend’ turned out to be the lead singer, guitarist and Wesley’s ‘husband’. We arrived shortly before 11pm and ordered a couple of beers, the place was cosy, modern and thankfully void of English. The 4-piece band came out and sat on stools in the window… the drummer, Keco the lead, a male singer/clapper and a female clapper/dancer, who was amazing. She got up to perform for a few of the pieces and each and every time the crowd went mad, the floor vibrated and the goosebumps rose. Fantastic.
Wesley joined our table about half twelve and introduced us to various friends, his mother-in-law (an English teacher) and to Keco himself. We finally got back to the campsite about 3am still marvelling at their tribute flamenco version of Michael Jackson’s ‘Thriller’!!!! Awesome.
We had unbroken sleep until about 8am which was a huge improvement on the last few nights, and have spent the day doing all the menial stuff in preparation for the festival… clothes washing, cupboard rearrangements (think we bought too much beer) and stowing of valuables etc. The festival campsite opens at 9am in the morning.

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