As Shengrong and I drew near the site of Fredericton’s Dragon Boat Festival yesterday afternoon, our ears were greeted by the sound of music. Shengrong said “I think that’s Chinese music”. I listened a moment and then said “I don’t quite think so”.
It turned out to be bagpipes.
I should mention that I’m pretty sure the bagpipes weren’t actually part of the dragon boat festival. The piper was leading an unrelated group of walkers on a Parkinson’s fund-raiser, whose route apparently went right through the middle of the assembled boat-rowing teams.
The fiddle music was part of the festival, though.
Dragon Boats!
We watched a few of the racing heats. I was cheering for someone to fall in the water but the crews seemed far too practiced for that.
We also watched some of the demonstrations on dry land, including the aforementioned fiddle-players. The highlight was definitely the lion dance. Shengrong took some pictures.
The lion jumped down into the crowd and ate some lettuce.
Also, some older photos from Shengrong’s camera:
Who is that goof there with Shengrong?
Pony ride!
Hey there, Mr. Stereotype. You have the “Prok” look down pat, don’t you? (Not referring to Professor Kinsey’s personal appearance, but the stereotypical professor look in general.) Every fibre of your DNA is groomed for the “professor look”. From your exquisitely groomed beard to your tucked in shirt and your shade coordinated clothing. I’d feel proud to pay the increasingly expensive tuition fee for you to teach me.
Good luck to you. And don’t ride horses. They are 4 legged walking kryptonite sticks. Super-man fell off one and broke his back. A helmet isn’t going to prevent a back injury. Ever ride a horse bare-back? It’s like sitting on a bicycle chain and having your genitals slide along it for a 15 minute horse ride.
Lift and separate, guys.
I had something else to say, but forgot. But don’t you worry, I’ll be sure to spam more frequently.