En route to Cincinnati, I saw this great sign:
Also en that same route, my host called and said she was going to a drum circle / tribal dancing something-or-other, could I meet her there?
“So wait, you want me to meet you at a place where a bunch of people are drumming together?”
So that was a done deal. It was actually across the river from Cincinnati in Covington, Kentucky. I went there, met a bunch of drummers and dancers, told them a bit about the project, and set up my microphones.
The drumming went on for several hours. I was even able to drum with them. Good times were had by all.
Several of the dancers could wield swords using their heads.
After the good times were over (or rather, that particular type of good time was over), I met up with my host (who was also hosting another Couchsurfer named Gary that night in addition to JH and myself), Frances. She was fun and a gracious host. We went to some dude’s house with a crazy cat and then went to her place and called it a night.
Next morning, we played with random wind instruments
before finally saying goodbye.
So I went to leave, only to find that my car had been parked in by
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