This is gold. I can’t explain all the levels of humour and piss-taking, because it’s all a bit complicated. But you can just watch this ‘straight’, as though it were a serious documentary. Because it is.
My favourite part: “[that music] was very racey. We called ‘em race records”
Thereâ€™s something strange about being the only person in a block of apartments after spending two weeks in the constant company of at least 200 people. Especially when those 200 people are almost always in constant physical contact with each other.
The second camp â€“ Camp Savoy â€“ is over, and Iâ€™m taking an extra [...]
My backpack full of clean laundry, care of Evaâ€™s washing machine and a night break between camps, is now more a mixed bag. I am down to the non-dancing underwear (where the dancing underwear seems to have largely disappeared: Iâ€™m sure Iâ€™ve lost knickers in the Herrang laundry. Despite Graceâ€™s best efforts) and once again [...]
this is one of the places we learn – another tent. there are two tents (savoy ballroom and roseland), where we do our classes. we also learn in the hall upstairs, and in the dance banaan, outside, which is a sort of pagoda thingy.
we also learn in the gym:
here we are lining up for breakfast. things are moving slow…. note the cheese. cheese is big with the swedes. we eat a lot of crackers as well. the food is bloody good.
and here we are eating in the tent.
the tents are important features on the [...]
we had lunch at the marina the other day. i don’t know what day it was. i can’t even begin to try to figure that out. maybe wednesday? quite a few of us trudged into the woods to look at a few of the many old mines in herrang. [...]
things have gotten dire. last pair of knickers. last pair of pants. all else is in the laundry, being washed. it may or may not all come back to me. then i have to get it dried. tricky in this climate. they have these big drier thingies that look like fridges, and they’re pretty good. [...]
but now i have a cold. everyone’s got it. and now i do too. poop.
didn’t stop me staying up til 7am dancing. the thing that’s really giving me trouble are my feet – the joints in my toes are really really hurting. i worry that i’ve done something nasty to myself… oh well.