Our First Polynesian Festival
This morning dawned chilly but at least no rain, today was our first experience of a Polynesian Festival with traditional dancing. What a joy to watch. The temperature demanded thicker clothing and we felt for the scantily clad dancers who clearly looked cold but the smiles were incredibly warm and bright.
We enjoyed a few dances then sadly it began to spit with rain.
Skirts and tops all beautifully made.
So as not to disappoint the small crowd, we were led just around the corner to where the band got a little shelter.
A traditional drum, one not quite so and one resting whilst the chap strummed.
The caller led the dancers in a few more dances.
The final dance, then everyone was invited to join in for an encore. I will try and put a tiny bit of Bear shaking his booty with a gorgeous young lady on FB as soon as I get a better internet connection. Then we all left as the heavens opened.
We admired the decorated stalls and took shelter in one set out as a café and enjoyed a wonderful Chinese meal.
ALL IN ALL SUCH NATURAL TALENT AND RHYTHM
LOVELY TO SEE THE LOCALS HAVING FUN