One of the elders in the Maningrida community organised a dance festival celebrating joy and happiness, and bringing people together. He isn't well. He was attached to an oxygen device during the day powered with a portable generator. The festival happened today. While Emma was at work, the kids and I ventured out to one of the outstations, Ankabarrbirri, where it was held, about a 40 minute drive. Road signs are few and far between, the nav doesn't know where these places are, and I've only got a map that I secured with a screen shot on my phone from a local publication. Speaking to some more knowledgable people, I learned that in celebrating a festival of joy (rather than a funeral or sorry business) the Indigenous Australians would put a lot more care into their costume and body paint. I think that nearly everyone who lived in the outstation performed in the dancing. Music was by didgeridoo, voice and clapping sticks.
There were many short clips of dance followed by a yelp signifying the end of the stint.
The dancing was furiously energetic in parts.
The women's dancing wasn't as creative as the male dancing.
Stories and jokes were included in the skits. Note, the dancer was pretending in the next clip.
It was very interesting couple of hours and I am glad we had the privilege of witnessing this memorable festival. Interestingly, we had to leave early and zoom home as the road back to Maningrida was closed from 6 PM for ceremonial business. If we are caught on the road when it is closed, we will lose our driving permissions in Arhnem Land.
Wow!! Both to the experience and your photography skills, Ed!
Grandpa says that that he and Grandma enjoy seeing you have such a special and unique experience. He would have liked to see you all join in the dancing😂😁When you come back you can give us all lessons. Lots of love from Grandma and Grandpa
What a wonderful opportunity for you all. Love your comments, photos and videos. X
What a fantastic experience! And great photos!