local festival

day 10

we woke up to drumming. not the weak patter of a snare .. but the visceral chest shaking chase-the-spirits-out-of-your-house kind of drumming.



this was right outside our door.






and here's the reason we woke up.






the guy in the short skirt caught me a bit off guard. when an old fellow walked up and smiled at me and proudly announced 'taiko drums', all i could mutter was 'ii desu ne'. actually, that's about all the japanese i know. but i'm working on it.






when they were done (what... i'm not sure) they all packed up an walked home. it was hot, trust me.