So we spent our weekend in a magical place where anybody, no matter the age, hairstyle or social group, was invited to dance. I spoke to rasta men, American “Oh no he didn’t!” teenagers and UN ladies while brushing my teeth outside of the camping showers, and we had all been just as cold during the night. The second night Anna and I discovered that the sleeping bags could be zipped together into one huge sleeping bag, which made it much warmer – so happily I didn’t have to get up at 6am just to stand by the fireplace to warm up.
We ate amazing vegan karma food, had Savannas, watched enormous Mozambican puppets, looked for lost friends, sang along to wonderful Ayo’s medley of songs, sat in the sun, spoke to random people, did some market shopping, and danced – a lot. And I took photos. And at some times, I was doing all of that alone – because Anna was sleeping. She sleeps slightly more than normal I would say, and I have the issue that I sleep far less than I’m supposed to – so there was quite a big gap in between our sleeping hours. I didn’t mind as it gave me time to walk around and contemplate. But I still made a “Sleepy Anna” meme for her. Just because she’s the best, and because it’s hilarious.
Oh, and 3g roaming? Ha, I wish! My network provider (Vodacom) doesn’t even have a deal with Swaziland, so I didn’t even have normal reception. But hey – I was fine anyway. See? I’m not completely addicted to my phone. (If I get to dance instead, that is.)
Anyway, here are some glimpses from the festival. You can see many more here. Let me know what you think in the comments section below. I get really happy when you write little comments, it reminds me that you actually visit this space and that it’s not just my slightly weird diary. Enjoy!