Day 18 & 19: Our second weekend + Shopping and Exploring

Days 18 & 19 12/1/13 & 13/1/13 - Our second Weekend

I woke up on Saturday not feeling too great. I felt that the two weeks of work was taking its toll on my body. I wasn't the only one who was showing signs of illness. I felt a fever coming on and my throat was sore. Hence all I did throughout the day was mostly lie in bed and take care of my health.

Myriam, Mandy, Rona and Jane were leaving today. After a second set of goodbyes and group photos I retired to my room and was zoning in and out of consciousness and woke up in the evening remembering the smell and taste of amazing hot lemon tea with honey courtesy Justine via Tannis. God bless them.

The next day was my birthday. I don't think too many people knew this and that is the way I like it. Tannis however, was the first one to give me my gift bag - a bookmark, a greeting card and a painted record. I had to make sure my phone battery was charged to be able to receive phone calls from India. Felt nice to talk to family and friends back home.

The next morning I was feeling much better. The day in bed helped. I had enough energy to fill in for the missing Dunun player at the dance class. It was a good experience playing the Dunun and Sangban for Djansa and Sunun. The dancers left in class are Justine and Tannis, the two main students of dance apart from Myriam in this workshop. The dance is coming together and Salimatu is really able to push the envelope with these two.

In the meanwhile Tapha had started work on my cow skins (the ones that Bruno had left for me). It is a lot of hard work. Slowly and surely we progress. By the end of the day I noticed half of the work done.

Tannis and I, we decided to make our way to the neighbouring fishing village, Kafountine. After lunch, the wonderful Abudu took us in his cab. "Is possible you drive?", he asked me smiling... It sure was possible I thought. I drove all the way to Kafountine and some parts on the way back as well. Felt nice to be behind the wheel (despite not having proper brakes in the car). Felt nice not to be a tourist for a while!

behind the wheel... aaaaaaah!

'oops... no breaks,' Tannis thinks to herself... ;)

We first saw the beach where there were Boats as far as the eye could see on the shore and many sheds full of fish and lots of black smoke. This where they smoked the fish. This is a major centre of fish export; nationally and internationally. We accompanied Abudu to his regular fish shop where we bought what we were going to eat the next day for dinner.

Kafountine beach

Fishermen, boats - Kafountine shore

After the initial typically touristy places to shop we headed towards the town market and found the shops where they sold cloth material. I wanted to pick some authentic cloth designs up for the Taal Inc. Rhythm Ensemble Season 2 Attire. I think the new avatar should be very exciting; both visually and musically.

Next on my list was Shea butter. I saw them being sold in small cubes stored in water. I bought a kilo of butter to take back for the care and nourishment of many Djembe hands back home in India. The body shop Shea butter just doesn't cut it. As the salesman cut the butter he popped a bit into his mouth, demonstrating the multifaceted uses of this product. The next door sales person very cool and calm; walked up to our salesman, stuck his hand into the bag and took a bit of the butter and lined the insides of his nostrils with the butter. One can safely infer that Shea butter is the West African version of Kailash Jeevan.

After all that shopping interspersed with the odd happy birthday phone call, we started on our way back.

'too cool for school' - in Kafountine, Senegal, Africa - FACE PALM!

the patient Abudu; tolerating US, tourist shoppers

We passed the village at Abene's tip called Dianna where there was a local festival. This is where Tannis had spotted Le Concurrent earlier. We decided to stop and watch for a bit and spotted two amazing characters.


Kumpo: kumpo or kunpo is a man dressed in a green grassy costume from head to toe with a spear sticking out of his head. The cultural significance of the spear, I do not know. I noticed that there were girls on one side and boys on one side of the area and kumpo went to whichever side sang with more energy and vigour  The songs had very few words and more 'oh's' and 'aaaaah's'. One of his main dance steps was sticking the spear on this head into the ground and spiralling along that axis. I was quite an amazing sight to witness.

Kunpo - the grassy twirler person!

Kunpo amidst his admirers

M'bose / M'boss: this character is dressed in black and has a mask of a wolf covering his face. He made a guest appearance during kumpo's performance where he scared a majority of the audience and then went away. Later, he came in full-form. Wherever he went towards people and especially kids would run helter skelter. I later learned that his main aim is to get everyone in the festival get off their seats and dance.

M'bose - shudder shudder - dance dance!

It is truly a sight to see how an entire community of people, regardless of age, are engaged with this folklore. Of course just like the west and the orient, these community events have reduced from weekly get-together to only festivals but it is heartening to know that the youth responds not only to Bob Marley.

I found out some more information about Le Concurrent: this character comes to a village just when / immediately after a negative phenomenon takes place (mysterious death, stillborn, big theft etc.) because he can sense these occurrences beforehand. The person who takes on the persona of Le Concurrent is no ordinary person; he is someone who knows 'Gree Gree' (talisman with divine energy) and has a special spiritual connection. The reason he darts about around the village with his machetes is to drive away the evil from the village and from the people. These are the ways of mysterious Africa.


We returned; but not without stopping at Abudu's compound to pick some fresh Mandarins for dessert that night... Ah, what a life!

Abudu the large-hearted man!

With nightfall, I realized that my body still needed rest and especially in lieu of what awaited us in the next four days.

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Day 28 & 29: Home Sweet Home

Day 28 & 29 22/1/13 & 23/1/13 - flight back home

I'm not very good with goodbye's and even though it was a quick one with Tannis, I'd like to thank her from the bottom of my heart for being an absolutely wonderful co-traveler. Anyone who can tolerate me has my respect and Tannis, you take first prize. Thank you for a wonderful trip and for making me feel at home, away from home.

Partners in Crime - Tannis Zimmer and myself

I had an early start to the day since I had to be at the airport by 5:00 am for my 8:00 am flight. I knew I had excess baggage so I thought being early wouldn't hurt; it would only compliment the smiling and charming I would have to do at the airport to not pay an arm and a leg to bring a lovely djembe back to India. But alas, I guess I lack the smile. Nonetheless, I was all checked in soon enough to have a lot of time to sit and reflect on the last 27 days and how they passed by so quickly with a lot to take away and absorb.

It has sure been a long time that I have been away from all I know and am familiar with. I reconfirmed my hatred of being just a tourist in a new land. Hence it felt good to have two clear reasons for travel: the drum and vipassana meditation. This way I will always get a more in depth understanding of the culture by interacting with the people on a much deeper level than otherwise.

These 3 weeks have given me a lot to chew on in terms of the djembe, rhythms, solo techniques, songs, performance standards, tightness, dance and most importantly, West African (Senegalese) culture.

Some of the points that stand out are the similarities between Indian and Senegalese culture. We have many ethnic groups in India, with different languages, ceremonies, food, music and so on. Expressing oneself within this fabric of music, song and dance is a very important part of rural / village life in West Africa and in India. It is truly amazing, how the Djembe, the Sabar and just any kind of drum and performance can bring so much joy to an audience and the only way for the audience to appreciate that is by going up to the drummers and dancing leading up to the echauffment or singing or clapping very naturally in complicated polyrhythms or rhythmic subdivisions. I also note a major difference. I see that the people here, be them in a village or a city, are very comfortable and open with their sexuality. In my opinion, this is not as strong in India. Indian rural culture is far more conservative on the whole. This explains a lot of behaviour experienced in village life in Abene, for instance. When people come up to a foreigner and just start talking, initially, it is about being welcome in the village, then maybe about selling you something and then maybe just about chatting over some sweet and strong green tea. I find the same behaviour in India minus the genuine curiosity that fuels the chatting over tea, for example.

'Same same but different,' as they say in Thailand rings true at this moment.

As of now, I return with a heart full of new connections that I wish to explore, nourish and strengthen. Some connections are external and some internal. I feel I am more patient than when I set off for Senegal a month ago. I feel more comfortable with the path I'm on and have re-fueled my energy levels to carry on full speed ahead.

I feel blessed to have a very supporting family because if it wasn't for them none of this would be a reality. My second family, those who work with me, the entire Taal Inc. team have held fort so formidably that I can't wait to get back and experience this camaraderie that has now come to fruition.

There are a lot of things I have missed: my bed, Indian food, the chaos, the ease of communication and my work. I am happy to get back to these things and dive straight in to the work that lies ahead of me.

There are a lot of things that I will miss: the peaceful and laid back way of life in Abene, the food, the green tea (although I will try to make this when I am in India), the sound of the djembe in every soundscape that one is in, the music and the people who have grown so close to me.

I now wait to board my flight from Dakar to Bamako (possibly to Ouagadougou), followed by Adis Ababa, then Mumbai and finally Pune. Bon voyage to me and peace, love and light to all of you for having taken this journey with me.

One FINAL Group photo - photo credits - Tanya Price

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Day 26 & 27: Goodbye Abene, Hello Ziguinchor and Dakar!

Day 26 & 27 20/1/13 & 21/1/13 - departure to Ziguinchor and Dakar.

Today onward, starts the travel back home. I travel in small steps, gradually. My packing was almost done. I left all the clothes that I came with, with Coral to be given to this Leprosy community in Ziguinchor. That way, things that I don't need go to people who have nothing. I made sure that the staff at Les Belles Etoille also got a little something each. I was pretty much travelling with only my djembe, the skins (which I would check in) and a little suitcase with almost nothing. Not bad for a month’s travel huh? In spite of this I was ten kilos overweight. Sigh, I took a walk around the hotel where we had been every day, so regularly, to give it one final glance.

It is customary of Africans to give fruits to people who are setting out on a journey. So we had our share of fruit given very generously by the cleaning lady whom I never spoke to but always saw working had every day. I was very touched by her generosity.

With every few days the groups in the group photos kept getting more and more intimate. This was the final group as Tannis, Owen and I said our goodbyes.

The last group photo in Abene, Les Belles Etoilles.

Abudu drove us to Kafountine from where we would take a share taxi to Ziguinchor. Based on my experience of getting to Abene, I was ready for a very dusty journey. So I wore my skull cap and tied my handkerchief around my face and looked like a dacoit/robber the entire way, but it was worth it. In true style, there was a lot of haggling for payment for the luggage we were carrying and the odd ‘controls’ at the border but nothing we couldn't handle with some help from the locals we were traveling with. After two hours of inhaling dust and being tossed around like salad we reached Ziguinchor and then made our way to Seckou's place where we would meet Alieu, drop Owen and break journey for lunch before we left for the airport and got ready for another set of goodbyes.

Once again, in spite of his crazy schedule, Seckou had organized some Thiebu Djian for us and Even though we were pressed for time, we ate to our stomach's content; quickly, but to its content nonetheless. Khadijah, (Seckou's charming friend) offered to call the airport and let them know that we were on our way. I love that this was possible. I reminded me of Pune airport many years ago. She also drove us there and so we were at ease and didn't have to worry about not making it in time. God bless them. We reached the airport in the nick of time and had help from the airport staff thanks to Seckou and Khadijah. I felt like a rock star in Ziguinchor for a bit.

After having a closer look at the tickets while sorting out the excess baggage formalities (surprise surprise!), I realized that the flight to Ziguinchor was via Cap Skirring. Yet another hopping flight in my destiny. The flight to Cap Skirring was (believe it or not) ten minutes. And here I thought that the Mumbai - Pune flight was short.

We reached Dakar after two hours and went straight to Hotel Kingz Plaza. I felt familiar in an otherwise overwhelming big city. After settling in and freshening up tannis and I decided to head into the city to have dinner. Personally I wanted to eat Maffe Poulet (chicken in peanut sauce) one last time. We found a lovely place randomly from the Internet called Che Loutcha. It was a cute little place with a calm and peaceful ambiance and not to forget, mouth-wateringly delicious food.

That night I slept in since the following night would have to be spent in a flight. I checked my emails after almost a month and started the process of sieving through the junk and spam, under protest, little by little. It felt vaguely different to be connected to the world once again. I'm taking things in small doses so that it's not too much of a blaring shock for me.

To continue the family and familiarity in Dakar, Tannis and I got in touch with Matar, who lived there and had invited us to have lunch with him. He lives in home with his large family and within no time we were relaxing, reminiscing and eating a delicious portion of Thiebu Djian.

lunch at 'Che Matar' ;)

Tannis and Matar, at lunch!

After a filling lunch we decided to act like tourists for a change and hence visited the island of Goree. This is where Senegalese slaves were kept and then shipped to the USA. I had a mixed feeling as I first saw the island from the ferry.

Our first sighting of Goree island from the ferry

I didn't know what exactly to expect. The island now is a tourist destination and despite its dark history is very beautiful. There are a lot of restaurants and handicrafts for sale.

The house of the slaves was definitely a place that made us think about the kind of atrocities humankind if capable of.

some of the rooms at the House of Slaves, Goree Island, Dakar , Senegal

This is the last port (the place the slaves were put into the boats and taken to the USA).

... First person point of view of the 'Last Port' ...Goree Island, Dakar, Senegal

How ironic... the first thing I saw as I walked towards the 'Last Port'

We got back by 8pm and decked to meet Myriam who was also in the city taking her Sabar dancing course. Our last dinner would be one with beautiful people we met, the hospitality of Matar and his sister Khadi and great food.

The Last Supper :)

I was honored by the openness, generosity and hospitality of Matar and his family. I will miss him when I leave. After dinner it was that time again; we said our penultimate goodbyes and took a taxi to the hotel where I'd get three hours of sleep before I embark on my journey home.

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Day 24 & 25: The Abene Workshop Hangover

Day 24 & 25 18/1/13 & 19/1/13 - workshop hangover days in Abene

I was a little sad the next morning because I would have to say goodbye to almost all of the people who, over the last 23 days, have become family. Tannis, Justine, Coral, Owen and I were the last crusaders who would stay for another two days to wind down.

The goodbyes started at breakfast itself because everybody would get on a bus and make their way to the Gambia together. We got ready for the group photo. I was the designated photographer. Note to self: So ONLY Tanya's camera has all the people in it.

The final group photo - photo credit: Yours truly!

loading up - not an uncommon sight in India!

fun fact: most transport buses in Senegal (specially Dakar) are Indian (made by TATA)

With a heavy heart, I said my goodbyes to Iya and Mamady. I noticed a drastic difference in the way Mamady was this morning in comparison to the previous night. I call this Mamady's ‘goodbye-persona’. I can only imagine the amount of goodbyes Mamady has been through and this is as good a self-preservation technique as any. I will hold Mamady's words from the previous night close to me saying that he will miss me and wishes me all the best with my journey with the djembe that will reach an examination phase soon. He asked me to have courage but to also take my time.

going up to the master in the crowd

The master - Mamady Keita and myself

The great Iya Sako and me

It wasn't easy for the staff of Les Belles Etoilles as well. Apart from Counba who is used to goodbyes (she said she cried so much after the first ever workshop that she had no tears left), the rest were very sad. I believe that it is this bond that they build with each one of us travelers from different backgrounds and influences. Suddenly it is reduced to emails and the odd SMS or phone call. I'm thankful that this possibility does exist but it can take a lot of getting used to.

Goodbyes are sad...

goodbyes are crazy...

goodbyes are overwhelming...

but goodbyes are mainly very funny...

Two generation Keita's

Fatou, Abudu and Cherno enjoying some down-time

The goodbye took really long:

Mamady the celebrity was off first...

bye bye Mamady and Iya!

we finally reached the 'get-into'the-bus' stage

... and they were off...

I wonder how long they held onto the bus that way...

That afternoon we all found our respective corners to be silent and spend with ourselves. I think Coral probably only just got her first chance to lie on a hammock without worrying about what had to be done the next minute.

our classroom, now empty....but full of energy

The goodbyes weren't over. Matar and Fatou (Coumba's daughter) were to leave that evening to go to Ziguinchor, the Gambia and then Dakar (where we would meet them). Needless to say, more photos followed. (It was my responsibility to supply Matar with his next Facebook photo apparently).

Mr. and Miss. Abene 2012-1013!!

... Will this make it to your FB profile pic Matar...?

lazy times at Les Belles Etoilles...

I accompanied Abudu and Iso (our cook/chef) to Kafountine to drop Matar and Fatou. Little did I know about the many stop-over’s that were to follow after, that I missed the dance class that was scheduled for the evening which I had to accompany.

It's true that, 'The Europeans have watches; the Africans have Time'.

That evening the rest of us headed to the beach for the first time in two weeks.

a common sight on Abene beach in the evenings...

introspection over sunset... bliss!

We decided to go out for dinner to some place new. We went to the same place where we spent new year’s eve. The change of ambience was rather welcome.

here's to lovely memories, good conversations and great food!

Earlier that day, Mokulo, invited Justine and myself to play with his band in the night at 'Che Wora'. This would be my first performance with a local ensemble in Abene- exciting. We did not have time for a rehearsal and so I was very curious as to how Mokulo (also known as 50 Mokh <after 50 cent>) was going to go about this. The show was about to start at midnight after the reggae party would be at its peak. Tannis, Justine, Abudu and I went in the car (to the venue which was very close by) like rock stars. In keeping with African time we started only by 1:30am. Mokulo started with Soko after which I didn't recognize any rhythm. He would start the song and we would start with the accompaniment. I felt proud to be able to perform before an intimate African audience and solo as well. Mokulo is a very good djembe player who I would have liked to hear more of during the three weeks. We played for just over an hour without stops but due to a phenomenon I call, 'drumming with Iya Sako', it felt like nothing. My hands were ready to go through another gig. I came out of that gig feeling very energetic and happy.

The Mokulo Djembe Ensemble

Justine, the beautiful dancer and wicked djembefollette!

djembe hands of fury!! ;)

Since we got back only in the wee hours of the morning we deserved to sleep in and after breakfast I accompanied the dance class on the kenkeni this time, (since this was the last class, the other drummers showed up). We went through all the dances learned during the workshop and hence it was a good revision of the rhythms for me. We also learned the songs of a few of them, in detail.

Dance Class Crew

We also got to watch Salimatu and the band at their best:

Salimatu: djembefollete extraordinaire....

The rest of the afternoon was spent in relaxing on the hammock as planned.

In the evening we were invited to Simon's place for dinner. Simon is from the UK and has moved to Abene permanently. He is married to Khadijah from Abene and works as a photographer. He was also the official photographer of the Abene festival 2012-13. Before heading to his compound we stopped over at Malo's place to watch his band rehearse for some upcoming events and also to collect my djembe from him which has to be pulled and prepared. It was as good as watching a mini performance once again; Pure djembe and dance bliss.

We met Simon at Malo's and then just as the sun was setting, we made our way to Simon's place. He has a beautiful compound which is one hectare, full of nature’s bounty. Step by step he is working on turning it into a sustainable and off the grid compound. His wife, Khadijah is a dancer. We ate fish rice with onions and a spicy and citron-rich sauce in traditional Senegalese style which is two big plates full of food and people eating from the communal plate with their hands or a spoon. I'm used to this since I eat with my hand and am not alien to this custom. As my last meal in Abene, it was nice to eat with my hands, in nature and truly take in the village life.

I knew I was headed away from the village and would be greeted with city culture which would be a welcome change but I personally prefer living in a village; a life in all its simplicity.

Lai and his friends (friends of Khadijah) came with some drums and we sang songs and danced. Even though we were all fatigued, this experience was the icing on the cake.

The next day, we would say our Abene goodbyes and leave the beautiful Les Belles Etoille. I went through all the memorable events in my head: our arrival, the first day of the workshop, breakfasts with the participants, the Abene Festival, performing, popping my djembe skin, buying my African attire, driving in Abene, celebrating new years, my birthday, jogging on the beach, the irritating salesmen, the delicious food, spending time with and learning from Iya Sako, Seckou akeita and my master Mamady Keita and the speaking of the future (the potential of hosting him in India)...

This would be the end of an era...

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Day 22 & 23: The last two days with Mamady

Day 22 & 23 16/1/13 & 17/1/13 - last two days of class with Mamady

I woke up with the thought, 'After today, only one more day to go'. Currently we were voyaging on planet Mamady; learning more and more of his creations. Unlike many a traditional rhythm today whose true origin is still unknown, Mamady is emphasizing and very clearly explaining the story of his creations so that in about 500-600 years, these creations will become traditional rhythms that unify the world and at a time (I would imagine) that we would need it the most.

That morning I played a new rhythm for the dancers after the usual Djansa warm up. We played Siente. Siente is a happy, fun rhythm with a lovely calypso-like bounce to it. Needless to say, it is a lot of fun to play.

With Mamady, we dived right into the technique phrases for Sewa. I had recorded these parts as the intermediate group in Mini Guinea Bali played this technique so playing it was a perfectly natural test of my grasping. The feeling of this rhythm is different from other Mamady rhythms. The notes are grouped together beautifully in a way that can almost be written and played, but not quite. One has to have heard or be taght this rhythm. You can hear the song and the rhythm in Mamady's album titled 'AFO'.

I remember asking Seckou for some of his time during the first week for him to have a look at my technique and maybe work on some technique one-on-one. I soon realized that the first who weeks were absolutely mad and hence forgot about it. Sure enough, Seckou didn't. That afternoon, foregoing on his rest time, he obliged and we worked on some basics of sound and phrases. We played the (and I quote Seckou) 'the New generation Marakadon djembe technique'.

Seckou is a very complete djembe player. He is as good a teacher as he is a performer. This is a very rare combination to find in one package. In just 30 minutes with him I realized that my sound changed and with some practice I could sustain this change. He has a very clean sound, a powerful slap (or two), a clean tone and an insatiable grasp of rhythm (and consequently, sub-division). I kept up, I'd like to think, but will need practice before this technique is ready.

In keeping with my focus on sound that day, Mamady also spoke about its importance that evening. It starts right from the preparation of the skin as it is to be mounted on the djembe. It requires patience, love, more patience and awareness.

Class with Mamady Keita - the complete teacher

This week was panning out to be a treat in terms of live performances right at our doorstep. That night we had the chance of watching not one, but two bands play. The first was, Mama Africa. This ensemble performed at the Abene festival as well. It was good to be able to watch them at a much close proximity. The dancers stole the show with their coordinated and vibrant moves.

Mama Africa performing live at Les Belles Etoilles, Abene, Senegal

The next ensemble was called 'Wakily' and was a Sabar, Bugarabou and Seweruba band. The bugarabou is a set of three instruments that are what seems like the origin out of which the congas emerged. They are three hour-glass like instruments (tapering more towards the bottom) mounted on a stand and have three distinct sounds (bass, mid and high).

Wakily taking center-stage after Mama Africa

The Seweruba is a small djembe that is played with the hands. Sometimes it can be a set of two, one small and one even smaller djembe played together. The Sabar drum is a thin and long hourglass drum that is played with one stick and one hand. I don't fully understand Sabar drumming yet but I do know that it is a joy to dance to... (The whole of Senegal would agree).

Mamady, shaking that tail-feather!

The next day we continued with Siente at the dance class.

...nothing better than a bit of morning stretching before getting those hairy technique phrases...

With Mamady, we played a rhythm called Bonya which means 'respect'. Mamady feels that this is something that is lacking in the youth and this generation. He created this rhythm to remind people about the importance of respect for humans, women, the elders, ones culture, ones country, one’s family and friends. The rhythm has a long and interactive dunun section (like a back and forth between the sangban and kenkeni) which gave our dunun players a run for their money as well.

Mamady talking about respect, or the lack thereof..

That afternoon I ate what I will rank number 3 on the top 5 Senegalese preparations. One number 1 we have Maffe Poulet (chicken cooked in peanut sauce- a traditional preparation from Bambara). A close second is Thiebieu djian (orange/ dark brown colored fried rice with fish, yam, carrot, cabbage and aubergine). On number 3 and also what we ate that day is 'Senegalese fish balls with onion sauce' (commonly called Yassa sauce). Most of us momentarily forgot about the hairy dunun pattern of Bonya but were soon reminded of it that evening.

I finished all the technique phrases for Marakadon with Seckou that afternoon and am happy and blessed to have had access to such brilliance and humility from Seckou.

The Last Class

That evening, we filled our brains with what was to be our last set of technique phrases for Bonya. After that it was time for Mamady's customary thank-you speech. We had all given a lot of energy during these three long weeks. For many, this was uncommon and for that Mamady thanked us all. After speaking about the importance of rest (physical and mental) he finished by inspiring us to keep working and walking on the path of the djembe because where it can lead us is a fruit of our present hard work.

Mamady, speaking about three weeks, well spent!

That marked the end of the workshop. I wonder what it would feel like to not have to wake up to class the next day but I guess we will wait and see.

This is me 'Spazzing-out' and thinking: WHAT?, No workshop tomorrow?

Post dinner I noticed Cherno and Abudu getting busy with wires and speakers next to the bar. A bit later we had our very own disco party at Les Belles Etoille. We enjoyed a bit of dancing. We were especially surprised to see Iya grooving on the dance floor. The party then shifted to the bonfire where we had our very own Justine perform some of her songs for us. She is an immensely talented singer songwriter from whom I hope we can expect an album in the near future.

The mood that evening was peaceful and happy. I guess we were all taking it all in, digesting, ruminating.

This is me 'Spazzing-out' and thinking: WHAT?, No workshop tomorrow?

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