I was chatting with the security guard at the bank (they are always bored and ready to chat), when I saw this guy come by on his bike. I just had to take a picture. When I did, he circled, jumped off his bike and started playing me a tune and dancing a dance. The guard translated for me - it was a song welcoming the "white man" to the town. I gave him more money than he was expecting, so he sang another and quite a crowd gathered round. It was just one of those strange things that happen here.
Friday, February 4, 2011
The jester
I was chatting with the security guard at the bank (they are always bored and ready to chat), when I saw this guy come by on his bike. I just had to take a picture. When I did, he circled, jumped off his bike and started playing me a tune and dancing a dance. The guard translated for me - it was a song welcoming the "white man" to the town. I gave him more money than he was expecting, so he sang another and quite a crowd gathered round. It was just one of those strange things that happen here.
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Hi Sam, I am leaving for Guatemala tomorrow, and reading about your encounter with the jester has inspired me and reminded me of why I love to travel. Take care, linda
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