When I used to think of old wise people sitting in a circle discussing something of great or little importance to the community, I typically imagined an Amerindian tent filled with wrinkled chiefs, passing around a pipe. The combination of the heat inside the tent, the smoky atmosphere, and the sharing of the pipe, creates calmness conducive to discussion. Throughout the
Out drinking kava with some friends at a karaoke bar, also really popular in the
Speaking of music, Marshallese people like to dance as well as sing karaoke. There are a few night clubs in Majuro. 3am at “The Pub”, I found myself turning to a buddy of mine, a Harvard law student interning at the Majuro Court House this summer.
“What’s with the terrible transitions between songs? Is there only one CD player and the DJ has to pull the CD out before he inserts the next one?!”
I asked, you see, because between every single song there’d be a 5 – 12 second pause. People clear off the dance floor and it goes dark. Another friend, an elementary school teacher, was the one that replied. He’s a ripalle (white person) that grew up here in the
He said, “That’s just the way we like it here.”
After another swig of
3 comments:
I think I've had this drink before but a fijian version --- you gotta bring some back dude - i'm sure its legal ... i recall it being a great party mixer, yummy w/ rum
Sounds like a hoot. These days at the office I could use a Tanker truck of the stuff.
I'll try and bring some kava back. I'll of course have to check with the FDA I guess.
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