Big Day Out

We beat the rain. And hit the spicy tent town on the Dartmouth waterfront. And punched this event (the Multicultural Festival) square in the face. Blam! I had the African jerk chicken. Terri (and Lydia) had the Sri Lankan chicken and rice. I'm sure at some point tonight, we'll all be somewhat regretful... or hallucinating. In one ear - thudding African beats; in the other - Flamenco strumming and stomping. Kebabs to the left of me. Mango shakes to the right. Here I am, something something...

Below: some scenes from the day. Please choose to ignore my struggles with autofocus, and also - the food in my teeth.