super mario bros

In the same way that I didn’t anticipate falling in love with the music of French Polynesia, I also didn’t know that the dancing there super mario bros would leave such an impression on me. The male dancers chanted and pounded their feet while wearing ferocious expressions on their faces. The ladies moved in a graceful manner, taking short steps while swaying their hips and singing. There were references made to pigs, birds, and the ocean throughout the movements. As we sailed away from Papeete, we were entertained by dancers; they performed for us on the ship in Nuku Hiva and at the handicraft market in Ua Pou; and members of the crew taught regular classes to the passengers. Marquesan dance, in contrast to, say, ballet, does not require superhuman flexibility or a body that is devoid of fat. It requires tenacity, spirit, and commitment on your part. I attended some performances, and they were jubilant, triumphant, and even defiant. This was something that outsiders had attempted to suppress, but they were unsuccessful. It was a characteristic that could only be found on the islands.

In the middle of the seventh night, at three in the morning, I awoke in a chilling sweat. What happened after that felt a lot like food poisoning, but since the other 67 passengers seemed to be fine, I have no choice but to blame the curse. I am the only one who was affected by it. Therefore, the curse is to blame for the fact that I was unable to visit the archaeological site at Te I’ipona on Hiva Oa, which is home to the tallest and most impressive tiki sculpture in all of Polynesia. Because of the curse, I was unable to complete the nine-mile hike on Fatu Hiva that I had been looking forward to doing even though I was still weak from being dehydrated and ill. Instead, I chose to relax on my balcony and watch the sun and clouds dance across the island’s verdant cliffs; I reasoned that this activity would have to suffice.