Saturday, March 19, 2011


Georgetown, Exumas 23º21.48N | 75º45.94W

There is a reason I travel: a constant quest to experience transcendent moments, few and rare, in a far-flung place, experiencing a true, uncontrived moment that connects me to humankind.

The mesmerizing thrum of drums and shakers, marching feet and blaring tubas, trumpets, brilliant white paint on black skin, white costumes shot through with bursts of blue and orange and yellow. Pound, pound, pounding feet.

A Junkanoo band threading its way through the crowd, stringing me along upon some common thread running back through history and time, a thread through horns and drums and facepaint, through generations of love and joy and suffering and tears, and right through me, stringing me to all that came before.

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