An Excerpt from "Sailing to Jessica"
Chapter 21: Celebrations in Tuvalu
The villagers, who wore their team’s colors, were seated around their respective drummers. When their team sang, they clapped their hands in time and sang along, faster and faster. I couldn’t help but wonder if Ravel had gotten his inspiration for “Bolero” in Tuvalu. Unlike Ravel’s refined orchestra, the Tuvaluan beat was raw and primitive. It conjured up images of a tribe beating their drums before the hunt. And we were in the center of the pulsating beat...
I created this video to say "Thank You!" to our friends in Nukufetau who welcomed us so warmly into their lives:
(Note the man who is spraying all of the women with perfume in the orange dancing clip - oh, did we reek by the end of the night! Even Howie, our cat, protested when we climbed aboard...)