Monday, 13 July 2009
dancing in the dark
We made it to the festival by late Sunday afternoon, giving a chance to move from a weekend of work to a little fun and games.
Taxi ride from train station dropped us into a world of dayglo paints, unexpected tu-tus and stalls selling herbal remedies. A tex-mex later and we were ready for anything. Well anything except the strawberry dacquiri angostura rum drinks which froze my head after two sips.
But there was music and banter and then a big grin from the sun. We danced through to the dark and although the weekend had arrived late, at least it finally felt as if there had been one.