Breakfast at the B&B. The previous morning I had inquired if mushrooms were available as an alternative to bacon and sausages., explaining that I am a vegan. Though not an option on that day, when I declined a hot breakfast this morning, our sweet, chatty, weathered host took great delight in bemoaning that she’d specially gone and got mushrooms for me. So naturally I yielded to the hot breakfast. I was pleasantly amused when my steaming mushrooms emerged smothered in butter, and secretly palmed them off to Nox, who relayed that they weren’t that good anyway. Meanwhile, Ilana was covered in tomato sauce from an accident whilst shaking the bottle mid- story-telling. Reminiscent of the mud, we all tried in vain to hide our laughter under concerned sympathy for her splattered clothing. Again.
On arrival at Hilton we set to work on door-repairs. 9 artsy-types could not figure out how to make the drill work, and were suitably embarrassed when the handyman came to the rescue and demonstrated that the drill began to drill when it was pressed to the surface it was required to drill (well, how were we supposed to know that?) When my moral support no longer seemed effectual or necessary I allowed myself to be distracted by the monkeys in the avocado trees.
The performance of ‘Door’ went very well. It was a much quieter audience response as the show is quite abstract, but they were obviously entertained and intrigued enough to be extremely well behaved throughout. I had been enlisted to stand-by in the OP wings in case of any saucer-breakages that might occur within the show, but luckily my services were not required, and I got to enjoy the show from a vantage point.
My last workshop was great, being more comfortable with the exercises and what to expect in response, I had lots of fun. All done and packed up, we went to watch another show at the festival called Big Boys Don’t Dance. Energetic, funny and exciting show challenging perspectives of male dancers. Some very very cool dancing. The students loved it and so did we.
We all remained in good spirits on the trip back to the guesthouse despite discovering the OHP glass broken (going over a speed bump? Someone opened the back door accidentally?) We’ve solved so many problems so far already that we handled this one breezily. And the shows for round one of the tour were done and successful. So, sundowners. And then we carried on for a few hours, our revelries briefly joined by three Spanish mountain bikers who were in town for a competition. I think we scared them away with our boisterousness. We danced the night away in the guesthouse dining-hall, grooving to a funky South African mix pumping out from my laptop.
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