After the morning with James, I had yet another special opportunity. I got to experience traditional dancing in one of the local villages, thanks to one of the deans at the COM-FSM. Her young daughter was dancing that day, and she’d thought I’d enjoy it. I did. A lot.
In the villages, everyone dances. Everyone. If the Chief says “dance”, you dance.
Below are two of the youngest dancers, absolutely adorable. The young girl’s face is painted with the traditional sunscreen, a yellow paste ground from tree bark.