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| At big festivals, the chiefs from surrounding villages are proceeded with with dancers, singers, and of course umbrellas. |
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| They even have a legit archery contest at our festival! |
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| crafts on display |
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| More crafts... |
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| Just like any good state-fair like festival, we have produce on display as well (usually largest of oddest shaped of its kind). |
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| This is supposed to say Exhibits, nice try |
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| An old clunker put to use. |
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| Fresh catch from the dam in Tumu |
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| Men's dance troupe |
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Working hard |
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| Sweet move, guys |
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| Cultural entertainment. The best is yet to come |
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| Festival complete with a Tug of Peace competition |
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| Notice the guy in blue (Sarah's counterpart) as the much-needed coach for the tug of peace team....hmmmm needed? |
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| Celebration |
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| owned...with a capital P |
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| Now brace yourself: in some cermonious way, this guy, a member of the Chief's family, kills a sheep and proceded to bike chunks of flesh from its neck and displays it to everyone |
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| Notice the blood...and dead sheep |
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| Now he moves on to the next group. When he's seen everyone, he goes behind some walls and vomits up all he just consumed. Quite graceful |
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