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<\/a><\/p>\nAlso 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?<\/p>\n
“So wait, you want me to meet you at a place where a bunch of people are drumming together?”
\n“Yes.”<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
The drumming went on for several hours. I was even able to drum with them. Good times were had by all.<\/p>\n Several of the dancers could wield swords using their heads<\/strong>.<\/p>\n After the good times were over (or rather, that particular type<\/em> 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.<\/p>\n Next morning, we played with random wind instruments<\/p>\n before finally saying goodbye.<\/p>\n And again.<\/p>\n So I went to leave, only to find that my car had been parked in by<\/p>\n Anyone who a) knows me , b) knows their Calvin and Hobbes<\/a>, or 3) was a member of my clan in the Storm Knights<\/a> can easily guess that that made my day.<\/p>\n NEXT: Horses! Jingles! Frommage!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 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 … Continue reading <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\nBAT BUG!<\/h2>\n
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