I’m skipping the perahera entry.
I can’t muster the energy.
Ok. fine. Let’s just say, there is a procession on full moon evening in February.
It includes beautiful bedazzled, yet potentially exploited (but who knows to what extent) elephants.
It includes 2 hours straight of parading bands, dance troupes, holy-folk, firecrackers, fire twirlers, and bands. Sooo many, many bands. Mostly men.
Mostly directly culturally significant.
I got in a fight with a parade official. He waved his arms, yelled, called me names, attempted to employ the police in intimidating. They cared not,. Attempted to employ the Sri Lankan Special Forces. They didn't care.
Eventually said to me, with an ironic grin, “you have a very good mouth” and let me have my way.
I think this was a compliment.
There. Perahera.
I am sure someone who is more culturally astute and wrote about experiences as they happened could share their insights better. This happened mid-February and let's just say, I got distracted since then...
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