Dancing in Marigo

We go back to Marigo on a tap-tap to see the girls’ dancing class again. I’m shown around the beach. It’s a developing area. There are some sellers and small canoe sized boats. My feet are burning in the sun. We walk over rocky beaches. I snap a few shots. We drink a grape soda. We go to the dance class. They bring heels and decide to strut like models. They all change shoes and learn how to walk with sass. I sit back and watch, thinking this is just a intermission. It ends up lasting the whole hour. There is no dance practice.

Last time we went to Marigo for dance practice it rained. We stood under a tree with the djeme drum and my camera. The rain got worse and we say no tap-taps coming going back to our town. The girls from the class had changed and arrived back on the street. We all hid in small store. We didn’t get tap-tap back for an hour. It continued to rain. People hopped on the back of the taptap and hopped off without proper stopping. We sat on each other’s laps. We hopped off and took a motorcycle back through the rain to the home. No jackets or umbrellas. I don’ t remember seeing many umbrellas ever. And it rained almost every one to two nights during hurricane season. Sometimes puddles would collect. The drum still lasted and was used again at dance practice.