I was reading The God Delusion when I was on holidays in Vanuatu.
My ex and I took a plane to Tanna Island to see an active volcano and I came across Dawkins talking about the John Frum cult.
Turns out they have a weekly celebration feast so we went along.
We did some dancing (bouncing), I got to play with a bow and arrow (I was shit at it), ate some weird nuts and berries, nibbled on cooked bat wings.
Things went downhill when I shared my Kava drink with the missus, apparently it's frowned upon for women to drink it on Tanna.
We were politely asked to leave and our guide drove us home.
On the way home (we were in the back of a truck) a bat shit all over us. :-)
My ex and I took a plane to Tanna Island to see an active volcano and I came across Dawkins talking about the John Frum cult.
Turns out they have a weekly celebration feast so we went along.
We did some dancing (bouncing), I got to play with a bow and arrow (I was shit at it), ate some weird nuts and berries, nibbled on cooked bat wings.
Things went downhill when I shared my Kava drink with the missus, apparently it's frowned upon for women to drink it on Tanna.
We were politely asked to leave and our guide drove us home.
On the way home (we were in the back of a truck) a bat shit all over us. :-)
