Garifuna Drum Circle

Friday was fun. I got a total of TWO hours of sleep Thursday night--a combination of sugar and a lot on my mind kept me up until the birds started singing.  The next day we ended up taking Sarah to the airport, and then had the taxi drop us off in Belmopan so that we could catch another bus back to Dangringa for the weekend. We wanted to go to the Garifuna drum circle.  I was so happy to get on the bus.  The taxi made me sick, so sick.  So, I got on the bus to Dangringa, changed buses, and went all the way to Hopkins.  It was one of the strangest rides I have ever been on.  So strange.  The attendant got in a fight with someone--but it started off as them laughing, so I was confused when it turned to anger.  There was a guy sitting in the front without shoes on, and then the bus over heated.  We were just grateful to make it to town.  Once we were in town, the bus attendant walked us to our hostel.  The people are so friendly, and a lot less threatening.

That evening, we went to the Garifuna drum show.  It was so fun.  I just need to share pictures.  We then had a drum lesson after that.  I was so tired.  EXHAUSTED, actually.  There was another hippy guy--dressed in the souvenir shop shorts and top (perfectly clean and obviously new) and a rasta necklace--he was super white, which makes me wonder if he knows what the meaning of the rasta movement.  He was also a little tipsy. I was laughing, and this has now led me to think, "What blogs have I ended up in for the silly things that I have done?"  I did end up dancing to the drums, and have some sweet picture of Leslie.  Other than that, we just chilled on the beach and did practically nothing at all.  The drum show and drum lessons made everything worth it!

They were so funny, and pulled us out to dance, and then a local guy danced with all of us.  He loved it, we loved it, and I would go back and do it again---in a heart beat.