Because of the smoky atmosphere from the fires burning in this unusually dry season, the sun was a neon orange, and it was framed by a cascade of almost vertical slopes topped with blunt nubs. Long story short, in this otherworldly place, we took an opportunity during the show to sneak into the church and disappear into its cool darkness with giggles and clown glee. We closed the doors and waited a moment, only to emerge with nothing to show for our actions. We were told later, after we ended the show early, that most of the people didn«t like the performance, because it was “of the world”. So the bananas rode out of The Bananas with food for thought and a forlorn cry: “Adios! Los Platanos!” Continue reading
They are running towards us, spilling out onto the dirt road like monsoon flood waters.
Eighteen thousand Bhutanese refugees surging forward in a sea of small brown hands.
They are all reaching to touch the clowns who have traveled over great oceans and mountains, across a thousand rivers to this strange Fellini movie of a place, Nepal. Continue reading
They are running towards us, spilling out onto the dirt road like monsoon flood waters.
Eighteen thousand Bhutanese refugees surging forward in a sea of small brown hands.
They are all reaching to touch the clowns who have traveled over great oceans and mountains, across a thousand rivers to this strange Fellini movie of a place, Nepal. Continue reading
Because of the smoky atmosphere from the fires burning in this unusually dry season, the sun was a neon orange, and it was framed by a cascade of almost vertical slopes topped with blunt nubs. Long story short, in this otherworldly place, we took an opportunity during the show to sneak into the church and disappear into its cool darkness with giggles and clown glee. We closed the doors and waited a moment, only to emerge with nothing to show for our actions. We were told later, after we ended the show early, that most of the people didn«t like the performance, because it was “of the world”. So the bananas rode out of The Bananas with food for thought and a forlorn cry: “Adios! Los Platanos!” Continue reading
