Sunday, August 21, 2005

La Japoneisa: EARTH CELEBRATION Day 4

I was still drunk when I woke up four hours after falling into peaceful unconsciousness under the influence.
How cool it is to open your eyes and the first thing you see are endless skies, sand and bright blue sea and all it takes is to take off your clothes, and one top, one pair of trousers and twenty metres later you are in the sea, among the jellyfishes.
It was hot and I was drowsy with dehydration, in possession of no other liquids except for more alcohol and sea water. Not good.
We packed The Palace for the boys had to leave today and decorated with all our bags, once again looking like a bunch of Christmas trees, we made our way to the bus stop and got on the overloaded bus of sweaty bodies and hounded looks as remains of a vigilant all-nighter, heavily proceeding forwards. What a great change from the previous bus journeys screaming with life and joy; in the empty gazes out of the window to a distant nowhere, in the silence of the body postures one could read the lines of last night's novel. Dehydrated I could hardly stand straight, for most of the journey I saw circles in front of my eyes and weak at the knees I tried to keep my self upright though all I really wanted to do was to noiselessly pass out into the tranquillity of the unknown.
By the time we rebuilt The Palace again in the port-park-campsite and found a convenient store I was shaking and very close to just dropping to the ground. Somehow though, through all the colourful circles that now appeared in my field of vision continuously, I managed to march on in the front tracking the combini and thankfully no one had noticed what a pathetic creature I'd become. It took one piece of disgusting margarined butter bread, a bottle of Calpis and five minutes on a bench in front of the shop to partly rejuvenate and slowly gaining my energy, I was ready to rejoin the army of happiness and harmony again.






Once more there were happy faces squinting in the bright sunshine, though what until then might have seemed to have been an ostensibly profligate attempt at a fashion statement had become a means of chaste necessity; one could see an unconstrained assortment of head covers and other protective devices in a great range of colours, shapes, sizes and only think about their previous possible applications.





































































































The dancing and the singing and celebrating continued yet for another day,
 
though after Renchan and the boys had begun their return journey at lunchtime, I was left by myself to quietly contemplate the windy routes and enigmatic intentions of fate. And so I did and enjoyed in silence the baking sun, in stillness I looked at all the beautiful souls surrounding me, the strangers who have for just a little while become one family, until the extraordinary world of ours got covered by the soft greyness of coming dusk. Then it was time for KODO. With the magical fairy lights in the trees the fire in my soul was awoken and my eyes shone with expectation into the darkness in front that soon was litten by the thunders of life from under the drummers' arms.

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