So one of the great things about being in a country where you don’t understand the language and cannot figure anything out is that, well, you don’t understand anything and cannot figure it out. Sometimes ignorance really is bliss. And then there was tonight on the Sevastopol waterfront. It is getting late on a Friday night here and the buskers are out in force. There were folks singing and dancing, a five-piece playing big-band and some women spinning fire. It was all good.
And then, just before we made it back to our hotel, we discovered the "powwow" going on. It was absolutely dumbfounding. A group of guys with a pretty serious sound system set up and speaking in Russian also just happened to be dressed in "traditional" feathers and face paint. Sorry the photo sucks but it was dark and I didn’t have my better camera with me.
We just stood there, pretty much in shock, seeing this unfolding before our eyes. And, best as I can tell, this certainly wasn’t the first time they’ve put on this show.
Maybe I shouldn’t be so surprised. I’m sure that there are buskers all over the world doing things that are just plain wrong. But this one really did give me pause. Maybe I’m getting soft…
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