 Not specifically travel but fun so thought I'd post here anyway... Just found this on my walk (/meant to be a run-!-) in Holland Park, Kyoto Gardens, London -fun idea -and the squirrel seemed to like it! I left it there for someone else so will check @pebblefairy & see what happens to it... (Ps: Just took these photos quickly on my iPhone -with the pebble in one hand- so not all in focus)!
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 15th century Dutch aristocrats curtseying, muscly gym-Gods pumping, Indian man-horses rocking, whirling, twirling, colours spinning, hearts jumping, energy flying, dull everyday-life defying. Reality normally pales in contrast to my dreams but this day was different, a million dreams and imaginations had come together to make this day possible. Here you could see and feel the inner workings of people's minds, their most creative impulses materialized in their varied costumes, dances and acts. I was immersed in thousands of stories and imaginations, in numerous cultures, histories and ways of living -I was part of the living flow of energy that is the Seychelles Carnaval International De Victoria. Now in it’s sixth year, this annual three-day event brings representatives from the worlds’s best carnivals, as well as cultural groups from the community of nations -(in 2016 alone, over notable 26 countries participated)! The carnival is usually held in April and takes place in the capital, Victoria, on Mahe Island, Seychelles. (Should you be tempted by the floats, costumes parties and other activities, there is, conveniently, an international airport on Mahe island…). Let me return to indulge in my memories… Enormous brightly-coloured fabric, and fabricated, birds soared above the crowds –a Majestic Macaw –a mixture of azure, saffron and crimson – peered imperially down, a fiery flamingo flamboyantly fandangoed -head held high, a humble, hummingbird hovered hesitantly -in sensitive contrast to it's two predecessors. Each bird was suspended on sticks and operated by humans who hadn't just learnt to imitate the movement of those birds but who seemed to feel their individual rhythms as they echoed their personal, and universal, quirks. But it was not only the birds who claimed the skies -Gigantic, grinning Giants gestured generous hugs towards the great gathering. Scroll your vision down and you would see the high-spirited humans who operated them semi-hidden in their trouser folds –much like great conductors - visible to all and yet ignored by all. A young woman painted green –a symbol of our old earth- sat semi-camouflaged on a green truck soaking up the sun and the electric, elated energy of the man dancing beside her. Twice I saw her drift into private, perhaps philosophical, pondering, her inner calm and stillness contrasting with the creative madness around her -much like our earth transcends the, perhaps pointless, busyness of humans. Her stillness was echoed by the intense concentration of a Chinese acrobat –he balanced a vast, ornate, oriental vase delicately on his forehead before making it spin slowly, gracefully, hypnotically on its axis. But there was no time to philosophize as more and more acts strode, danced, drummed, drove, twirled, whirled, boogeyed, crept, cycled, spun, hopped, jumped, ran and sashyed through my vision and camera lens. The individual characters and moods of the performers added an intriguing complexity –no two people walk, hop or jump the same. No two bold Brazilian beauties brazenly brandish their booties the same. No two crowd members watch, or react, the same -or even express the identical emotions the same. No two performers receive admiration, and the crowd’s clapping, compliments or cheers, the same. -Some are shy -quiet pride only visible in their lit-up eyes- others loudly proud -even demanding more extravagant cheers from the audience! Cultural norms play a part but the individual characters and moods an even larger part and I saw some individuals start self-consciously, slightly embarrassed, before slowly transforming, giving birth to the extrovert sides of themselves, which were, at last, allowed to flourish! So, yes, the carnival is an excellent place to both observe humans… but also to get involved! Having been invited to the Seychelles as part of a press trip, my role filming and photographing gave me permission to interact, and move with, the performers in a unique way & they especially reacted to me -or rather to my cameras. As I filmed I was swept up by the pulsing energies around me. I let myself be seduced by them and their rhythms and found myself twirling and swirling my filming lens around, echoing the movements of the dancers, circling, riding the waves of energy as I followed the flowing costumes. Yes you can see the Carnival on YouTube and you will see the visual spectacle but you won’t feel the sun’s warmth and gentle breeze, the moments of electric energy, the rhythm of the dramatic drums pounding through your ribcage and vibrating though your heart, you won’t be able to give the performers a smile, or gesture, of appreciation and see them beam back at you, elated. So go, if you can, go! Typical carnival schedule:
____________________ Crusading Creativity: There are also deeper reasons to go. Far too often nowadays we hear about sick events -mass killings, shootings, bombings- during which terrorists try to spread fear, during which they express hatred and intolerance. The mass response to these events often highlight the best parts of humanity -individuals risk their lives, even give them, to help other strangers in danger. People who have never donated blood before cue for hours to do so. Volunteers open their houses, and hearts, to people they have never met. Millions, billions around the world feel sadness for the victims, and often silently, even subconsciously, send their love and support to the victims’ friends and families. The Carnival, a celebration of harmony, can be seen as another unified, multi-cultural rejection of evil and intolerance. It is not linked to any one specific, sordid event but it reacts to them all. Indeed Sherin Naiken, Chief Executive for Seychelles Tourism Board, reinforced this saying: “The Seychelles Carnival makes a strong statement at a time of great international turmoil. The Carnival International de Victoria points the way to a better world –one in which we can live together side by side with no regard for differing ethnicity, faith or political persuasion’. The carnival therefore unites everyone in an event that transcends all their different cultures, all their different quirks, sensibilities, characters, energies. Here everyone comes together despite their differences. Alain St Ange, Seychelles’ Minister of Tourism and Culture, shared the same message saying: ‘We want the Seychelles carnival to be seen as a symbol of the coming together of peoples of different colour, faith and political ideals. Rallying under one banner –that of harmony, understanding, and faith in a common future. The Carnival is about creating unity through diversity”. Consequently he announced that the theme of the 2016 Seychelles Carnival was “National Unity”. The Seychelles is a particularly appropriate location for the ‘Carnaval des Carnavals’ (Carnival of Carnivals) since it is itself is a ‘melting pot of cultures’. Indeed, when the Seychelles islands were first settled, it was by people who were of varied ethnicities -all of which had different customs and ways of life. Since then people have come from all over the world to live in multicultural Seychelles -and all co-exist peacefully whilst contributing to the overall flavour and experience of life in the Seychelles. It is therefore extremely fitting that a carnival promoting unity should be held in the Seychelles. A note for the cynics: Of course one of the purposes of the carnival is also to help Seychelles’ tourism industry -something it does very successfully. Consequently cynics may claim that the carnival is motivated more by financial gain then by its’ message of unity -both motives are equally valid however and one does not diminish the other. There is nothing wrong with wanting to increase tourism, it is a practical need considering that a notable proportion of the countries’ GDP comes from tourism. This does not undermine the benefits of promoting tolerance and world unity. This cynicism is also undermined by a realisation of quite how much the Seychelles, as a country, has to offer. Indeed the Seychelles is so rich in attractions that the carnival is by no means the only way to attract tourists. So what else does the Seychelles have to offer? ________________________ Beyond the Carnival… The carnival aside, there there are many other reasons to entice you to the Seychelles. But first a quick geography lesson for those that need it! The Republic of Seychelles is a country and archipelago of 115 islands. It is situated in the Indian Ocean, off East Africa -(other nearby islands and territories include Comoros, Mayotte, Madagascar, Reunion and Mauritius to the south). Ok lesson over! The Seychelles is truly stunning -full of lush, tropical vegetation, pure white-sand beaches, crystal-clear, turquoise seas, vast biodiversity, barely touched nature reserves, rare wildlife, rich, exotic rainforests, sensational coral reefs and much, much more. You can explore different types of islands since the archipelago consists not just of granite-based islands, but also of coral sand cays, and various other kinds of coral islands. You needn’t worry about the condition of them -the Seychelles is regarded by many as a world leader in sustainable tourism. But do you really need 155 islands to be convinced? On Mahe alone (Seychelles’ principle island), there are over 65 silver-sand beaches to enjoy -many of which are adorned with some of the oldest granite boulders on earth! Or you can visit Seychelles second largest island, Praslin, where the vegetation is so remarkable that it has been regularly referred to as the original Garden of Eden. Particularly incredible is an extraordinary ancient forest called the Vallee de Mai -a magical forest where visitors are dwarfed by towering palms. La Digue Island also feels like another world -here you will feel yourself transported to yesteryear as the main forms of transport are still bicycle and ox-cart. As the transport might suggest, nothing is hurried here. Then there’s Aldabra Island (for which you’d need a permit), the world’s second-largest coral atoll, which boasts the largest population of Aldabra giant tortoises -these centenarians can easily live to be over a 100 years old! There is far too much on offer for me to cover here however I hope the above gives you a taste of the adventures that wait for you in the Seychelles. So do you want to sail, dive, snorkel, fish, island-hop, relax on a beach, explore the different cultures or forests, shop, eat, drink, shop, observe wildlife or … ? Which of the 115 islands do you want to visit? How many of your friends or relatives will you buy a Coco de Mer for? (See google images)! So many questions! The most important questions to answer first though are:
___________________ Written by Natasha H, www.CreateTravelMedia.com MY PHOTOGRAPHS: You can see a few of my photographs here http://www.filmingphotography.com/seychelles-press-trip.html (More coming soon or you can email me for a link to see more). MY VIDEO: You can see the Carnaval International de Victoria video that I filmed and edited below -(can be watched in 4K Ultra HD if you adjust settings):
"How did I end up here?!" I wailed. "Where is he?!" “He’s not coming back –it’s 3am now –the boat was meant to be here at 7! We’re abandoned! Alone!” “I wish we were alone –the thousands of ENORMOUS crabs are really freaking me out! They must weigh a few kilos each!” “They’re so fast…and they’re everywhere!” “Well at least there’ll be food –if things get any more desperate…” “For us or for them?!” Thousands of luminous eyes scuttle around us, dancing devilishly around our surrendering campfire. We know that we have no idea where we are, that we have no maps and, though next to the swelling, salty sea –we have no drinkable water. We know that we’ll be sweating in the scorching, sweltering sun tomorrow… We know that there’s a secluded, solitary, Omani settlement nearby –formerly the haunt of smugglers- it now skulks, silently somewhere in the shadows. An equally-abandoned ghost village… We know that we’ve climbed -clung to- the cavernous cove’s cliffs, cautiously avoided it’s carnivorous crevices and yet, having conquered it’s cruel challenges, continued to crave reception. No telephone connection. Denied redemption. Our hope a deception! God’s Rejection. Yes we were feeling rather sorry for ourselves. And perhaps a little melodramatic. As if sensing our desire for melodrama, we suddenly heard our captain’s whisky-laden speedboat whirring towards us, whipping the waves wantonly, when WHACK! He’d driven it straight into a round, rudely-protruding rock. Wailing. Woe! “WAAAAAAHHH, WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!” Was he hurt? We rushed to see. Sensing an audience the man fell silent for a few seconds. And then fell into hysterical laughter. Giggling, cackling, chortling, snorting, wriggling with glee. He wiped the tears from his eyes and, still tittering tipsily, still convulsing with chuckles, fell out of the boat. Dramatically he waded, swayed, through the shallow water. The startled crabs, once bold & threatening, now stood still. Shell-shocked. A few timidly crept away! Collecting and crunching seaweed with each climactic step the Sea-Monster reached us at last… He stood still. After a compelling beat, and with dramatic timing that any trained actor would envy, he then sternly delivered his killer line: “Want whisky! Where?” Seconds of stunned silence. Finally one of our party recovered enough to ask: “Where’s our dhow? You were meant to pick us up at 7pm! The beach BBQ was meant to end at 7 not 3am!” The Captain looked at us with the blissful, innocent incomprehension of a young child. “You know the boat –the Arabic boat –the dhow, we were meant to sail back to the hotel ages ago!” A few more seconds of foggy incomprehension then our ‘Captain’ cheerfully smiled and told us: “Sorry but nothing can solve now. Now we can drink. Fun-time, enjoy life. Tomorrow we sort problem. You have whisky?” Silence. “Beer? What you have? Come we drink!” With these words, and with notable determination, he lurched and staggered happily towards the campfire. He then started rummaging through the plastic bags that had contained the long-since finished drinks from our beach barbecue. Unimpressed he petulantly threw the empty cartons and wine bottle out of the bags then, realizing that there was nothing left, fell to his knees and looked at us all both angrily and then imploringly. No receiving the response he wanted, he then directed these alternate glares and pleas at the sky. It was then that the Captain remembered and suddenly gasped. He covered his mouth with both hands and winced before emitting a low groan. The drunkard must have finally realized his mistake –well that was what we all collectively thought. And indeed he had -but not the mistake we were thinking of. Oh no, our clown-extraordinaire had another shock up his colourful sleeve. With his tone a strange mixture of defiance and sheepish contrition he blurted it out: “Forgot anchor dhow!” Now it was our turn for delayed comprehension. Suddenly manic our captain’s high-pitched shriek exploded into the air: “Current will take dhow! If dhow goes out of Omani waters –if goes into Irani waters –cannot go there! Cannot get it back!” Our group took this information in. I thought of all my filming and photographic equipment lying on the dhow’s open decks… I may never see it again! Now it was my turn to wince. It also struck me that this would have been great filming material. Everyone else was more concerned with more sensible things like, well, survival. Then, not one to be outdone, our comic Captain trumped us all once again with another killer one-liner: “All my whisky on dhow!” He then erupted into a fit –constantly repeating some Arabic word that must have been some particularly intense swear word. Meanwhile panic was also mounting amongst the group. It was decided that we would take some burning firewood as a torch and drive the speedboat back to the dhow –which hopefully would not have swept away too far by the current. We’d then bring the dhow back into the cove and anchor it. There was hope at last. That is until we realized that the speedboat was broken. It’s antiquated, pull string motor had not survived the impact of our Captain’s dramatic arrival. So now we had no speedboat and our dhow, our last link to civilization, was unanchored and being pulled out to sea by the unrelenting current. Pulled out into Iran’s unrecoverable waters. After discussion, (aka self-pity, panic and moaning), we all decided that there was nothing we could do but sleep. However our attention-seeking Captain wanted to also deprive us of this pleasure. “I must swim to dhow! I must swim now or too far away!!” “No –you can’t swim now” we replied ‘”You’re drunk, it’s pitch-black, you’ll drown. It’s too far away! No-one can swim in this darkness!” “I will swim! You will not stop me swim! I swim now.” With theses words the Captain galloped towards the sea -we rushed to stop him. Eventually we persuaded him to sleep. Or we thought we had anyway. Not great at discipline our captain however kept getting up and trying to sneak into the water. Consequently we took turns to stay awake and keep an eye on him (two at a time since he was a stubbornly powerful, if drunk, man). As if he hadn’t caused enough commotion! Not that the rest of us got much sleep anyway –the crabs lurked menacingly and the wind blew from rapidly changing directions meaning that sand was constantly being blown into your face. Of course our Captain also provided various noisy outbursts. Eventually the day came, the morning went and the afternoon came. Finally the police, alerted by our hotel, came. They however left us on the beach as soon as they heard about the wild dhow. Evidently we were of lesser importance however, eventually, after the dhow was found, we were collected. The company who had organized the dhow trip was very apologetic –so much so that they offered us another free, identical dhow trip! The question is do I really want to go? The rest of the group I went with certainly doesn’t. If I do I’ll definitely take my filming camera onto the beach with me this time so that I can film any antics and share this man with the world! Move over Borat! Move over Manuel! The Captain is here! The last trip had started like a horror and turned into a farce. What will the subsequent film be? Captain II. Without our rather unique Captain it will no doubt be just a rather placid, tourist video. I will have to insist that he’s our Captain again! The tour company might be a little confused. As might he –(not that that state will be anything new for him)! Lastly, I seem to be the only one in my group keen to re-live the experience so, well, I’d rather not wait alone with all those crabs/smugglers/whatever happens next time -does anyone want to come with me?   My decision to go was really just a defiant act of procrastination. I hadn’t been sure if I wanted to join the group dhow cruise in Musandam, Oman. I’d been on several before so I found them a bit too predictable. However I wanted to avoid writing my tedious university dissertation. So I went. So the mad Escapade began Let me fast-forward –past the lunch, swim and point where we were dropped on the beach for a BBQ –a BBQ from which we were meant to be collected at 9pm. Stop. Play. “Where’s the boat? He’s not coming back –it’s 3am! We’re abandoned! Alone!” “I wish we were alone –the thousands of ENORMOUS crabs are freaking me out! They must weigh a few kilos each!” “Well at least there’ll be food –if things get desperate” “For us or them?” Thousands of luminous eyes scuttle around us, dancing devilishly around our surrendering campfire. We know that we have no maps, no water. We know we’ll be sweating in the scorching, sweltering sun tomorrow. We know that we’ve climbed –cautiously avoided the cliffs’ carnivorous crevices and yet, having conquered their cruel challenges, continued to crave reception. No telephone connection. Denied redemption. Our hope a deception! God’s Rejection. Yes we were feeling rather sorry for ourselves. And perhaps a little melodramatic. As if sensing our desire for melodrama, we suddenly heard our Captain’s wild speedboat whirring towards us, whipping the waves wantonly, when WHACK! Straight into a rudely-protruding rock. The antiquated engine broken by the impact. Wailing! “WAAHH!!!” Sensing an audience the man fell silent. Then began laughing hysterically. Giggling, cackling, snorting, wriggling with glee. He wiped the tears from his eyes and, still tittering tipsily, fell out of the boat. Dramatically crunching seaweed with each climactic step The Sea-Monster reached us at last… The startled crabs, once Bold and Threatening, stood still. Shell-shocked. With dramatic timing that any actor would envy, he declared: “Want more whisky!” Stunned silence. Finally one of our party recovered: “Where’s our dhow?” The Captain looked at us with the innocent incomprehension of a young child before cheerfully smiling and saying: “Tomorrow. Now drink. You have whisky?” Then he gasped, winced and shrieked: “Forgot anchor dhow! Current take dhow! If goes out of Omani waters –into Irani waters –cannot go there! I swim now!” “No -you’re drunk!” The Captain wept “BUT WHISKY ON DHOW!” With theses words the Captain of Comedy galloped towards the sea -we had to restrain him. Repeatedly. All night. The morning arrived, the afternoon passed and it fell dark. Eventually the police, who had been alerted by our hotel, arrived. They had also found our wild, escapee dhow! The company who had organized the trip were very apologetic –so much so that they offered us another free, identical dhow trip! No one else is up for it but I am –I’ll take my camcorder so that I can share this man with the world! Move over Borat! Move over Manuel! The Captain is here!  Considering that the Burj Khalifa is currently the tallest building in the world, it shouldn’t be hard to miss. Nevertheless, at first glance, you might not see the it in the photograph above -and instead mistake it for more fairy lights on a decorated palm tree... Why did I photograph the Burj Khalifa and a fairy-lit palm tree together -and why are they almost merging? Photographing the palm and Burj Khalifa together symbolises, for me, the huge amount of progress and modernisation that has occurred in Dubai since my childhood. When I was a child in the 80's in Dubai, most buildings were low rise -not significantly higher than palm trees and sometimes lower (most people I knew lived in bungalows or perhaps houses with one upper floor) -meanwhile the Burj Khalifa, as the tallest building in the world, is the ultimate contrast! (When I was growing up the Trade Centre was the tallest building around at 149 metres -now, however, it is dwarfed by numerous modern high rises -much as this palm tree is by the Burj Khalifa). Almost merging the palm and Burj Khalifa also felt appropriate as old local customs and traditions, (as symbolised by the palm tree), are still valued and often merge with new modern ways of living in Dubai (as symbolised by the Burj Khalifa). -Appropriately this statement may be seen to be backed up by the fact that the area around the modern Burj Khalifa is surrounded by traditional lit-up palm trees. (Since 'Burj' means 'tower' in arabic, even the name 'Burj Khalifa' reminds me of the original wind towers that locals lived in -and continues the theme of tradition merging with modernity. For those of you unfamiliar with traditional wind-towers, there is one depicted in my photograph below). Palm trees were of great importance to original inhabitants of Dubai -that their traditional value has been remembered and revered is perhaps indicated by the fact that two architectural trophies, iconic islands -the Palm Jumeirah and the Palm Jebal Ali -have been created in the shape of palm trees. Obviously the shape of a palm tree lends itself perfectly to providing residents and guests of the islands with maximum beach space and so, no doubt, practicalities influenced this decision. Nevertheless the palm tree is an important traditional symbol -and this also no doubt heavily influenced the agreement to design the state-of-the-art islands in the shape of palm trees. Both the Palm Jumeirah and Burj Khalifa are symbols of celebration -indeed they are focal-points for fireworks at large celebrations like New Year's, National Day, and so on -(it's hard to say which place has the more dazzling firework displays)! The decorated palm trees are also a symbol of celebration. Indeed, when I was a child growing up in Dubai in the 80's, Palm trees lit with fairy lights were most often found at celebrations -weddings, New Year's parties, etc. (They still are today although, nowadays, decorated palm trees are much more common and can also be found all over Dubai just to enhance the visual appeal of areas). I've therefore merged the decorated palm and Burj Khalifa since they both symbolise the same thing -celebration. Indeed, as an architectural trophy, and the tallest building in the world, the Burj Khalifa is itself a cause of celebration and pride. Both are therefore united by a theme of celebration. As I write this I am sitting in a cafe in Dubai from which I can see both decorated palm trees and the similar fairy lights of nearby Christmas trees. This also reminds me of the inclusiveness, and yet diversity, of Dubai -numerous nationalities and cultures live here and merge together to make a city. Customs co-exist and often merge -much as the palm and Burj Khalifa do in this photograph. Fairy-lit Christmas trees are, for many, as much a symbol of celebration as fairy-lit palm trees. Many who celebrate Eid still enjoy celebrating Christmas -even if they don't believe in the religious aspects of it -and vice versa. Customs and traditions often mix and merge within individuals and communities, just as traditional and modern customs co-exist. Dubai is a city of contrasts and contradictions, inclusive and exclusive -it's a city in which cultures and nationalities can remain distinct, (even occasionally clash), but generally merge together without the conflict that this causes in many places. (I'm writing this in 2015). Similarly local traditions and modernity may seem at times to clash, but this doesn't seem to affect many people and, in my opinion, they merge pretty successfully on the whole. It's therefore appropriate that both the palm tree and Burj Khalifa, both symbols of Dubai, are lit with the same colour scheme. This also explains why I positioned them so as to appear to merge -not entirely but pretty much. By almost-merging they simultaneously provide a contrast to one another thus reflecting the contradictions in Dubai -as well as the harmony and inclusiveness Dubai also has to offer.  Traditional 'wind tower'.
I ran through the fields in the bright moonlight I saw the stars shining spreading out their light I heard the wind whisper that I was free I felt the unexplored world beckoning me And I felt love and I felt fear Fear of all I was that I could be right here And I ran because I am the light I ran because it felt right. I galloped on a horse across the plain I felt excitement and I felt pain I wanted to fly but I felt love Love that would have dragged me through a life of drudge. I had stopped and I had stayed My blood had ebbed slower My life been waylaid I loved him, yes, but he was wrong He felt no love -he was too 'strong' He was afraid and he wouldn't dare He wouldn't dare love what may not stay there. So I galloped away in the fierce moonlight I wanted to be free -to show my light I galloped, galloped and galloped some more I would never be what I was before. I swam with the oceans and I flew with the wind I danced with the fires -the fires within I laughed with the earth -for she was in me She told me her secrets -she let me be free And I could not discover why he followed me Why he would not ever let me be free So I stopped again and I stayed a while And he became hard and he became vile And I swam with the oceans but my heart was charred I tried to laugh but my throat was barred It only let me sob, it only let me cry I tried to understand, to understand why But I couldn't and nor can I still I want to fly away from his world of ill will But my heart cries out that I must stay And my heart cries out that there must be a way A way to leave, a way to be free, A way to stay, a way he'll love me But I know the only way is to be Far, far away from him monitoring me So I fly away into the light I fly away and it feels so right I want to be free and I am free I am the light and the light is me My soul is light and my eyes are bright My heart no longer has to endure the fight To fight itself, to fight for love I'd even tried to send a dove! At my old lagoon she no longer cries for me The weeping willow that wanted me to be free Now she and the wind dance and dance some more The ripples smile for me -the ones she does draw The fireflies glow and the gazelles leap I realize now all that I can reap The sun warms me for we are one He may love me soon now that I am gone My heart is excited and my blood flows fast All my cells tingle --alive at last! I am alive -yes, yes, I am alive! I am no longer waiting for him to arrive I'm dancing now upon the clouds I'm shining now with the stars The world is full of magic -yes it is all around I am alive -no longer bound! Free, free, free -I am free, free, free Freer that the winds racing across the sea! Even if he looks for me He'll never find the one that I used to be.  I took the photograph above (of the stage/smoke/microphone) at an open air concert where Pep's were playing in Brussels -we stumbled across this concert, band and the song 'Liberta'. |
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