Our lion at rest. In case you're not up on your lion gender identifying she's a female lion.
The young men's dancing group. The long red stick is a rather lurid phallus. The brown stick is what he uses to.. ahhh... beat it with. He has three masks on as well. I'm not sure of the significance there.
The menfolk making a stage (and lighting it with their lanterns) for the seduction of the lion.
The thrust dance. I tried really hard to catch this on film for Jo but it seems a career in the adult entertainment photography field is not for me. I just couldn't adequately catch a thrust on camera. The men go from the crouch position at the back to the standing position at the front in one big pelvic thrust enhanced by the flicking out of their towel. Can I just add here that it is a lot easier to take pervy photos of festivals when you don't live in that neighbourhood? I took some great photos of a naked festival years ago and had no qualms zooming right in. But I had travelled three hours by train to get there... Trying to catch teenagers thrusting their hips when you have taught half of them or their siblings is rather less anonymous...
The lion in action.
The lion comes to scare us.
The young men's float.
The flutes and drums from the neighbourhood down the hill could be heard so the men from our neighbourhood lined the road with their lanterns proclaiming it as our district.
The other district's head man demanding the right to pass.
The dancing men's float in action. The guy on the left is the chief singer/ shouter/ screamer.
And they went off on their merry way. Festival over for another year. Well actually it was just starting for K but over for me and the girls. Where were the girls during it all? Watching from their favourite vantage point:
Behind a pillar.
And the rain? Well, I will have to eat my scoffing words. It stopped at lunchtime.