After the morning with James, I had yet another special opportunity. I got to experience traditional dancing in one of the local villages, thanks to one of the deans at the COM-FSM. Her young daughter was dancing that day, and she'd thought I'd enjoy it. I did. A lot. In the villages, everyone dances. Everyone. If the Chief says "dance", you dance.
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Below are two of the youngest dancers, absolutely adorable. The young girl's face is painted with the traditional sunscreen, a yellow paste ground from tree bark.
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