It's official: I am now well-travelled. This according to the definition of three rather tipsy, giggling, ladies. I overheard them on one of my planes when going to Nashville. "You can't call yourself well-traveled", they said, "untill you have missed a flight." "Ha ha", I thought, "In that case I'll never be well traveled!"
I was at the airport in time and I checked in my big bag with eons of time to go, and then... well I missed the flight with two minutes! My only excuse was that I had never expected security on a domestical flight to take more than an hour. Not to worry anyone: I got there in the end, a few hours late, but still. Dana and another bamboo-guy picked me up and had me loading bamboo.
The next morning I wake up in a tent in Indio, California. Indio is surronded by dessert that isn't really a dessert, but our tent still stood on a grass lawn. Perfectly mowed and incredibly cold. As the sun rose I changed my jeans, socks, warm sweater, and scarf to shorts, tank top, and a lot of sunblock. Our camp was awsome, I became in charge of the kitchen, and as you have read my complaints about the food in the south, you can understand that I was content.
The crew consisteb of six people and as the title might suggest, our reason of being (there) had
to do with bamboo. I had ended up at a prebuild to a festival. Gerard, a friend of Danas, was invited to the festival to contribute with his bamboo structures, gigantic sculptures of bamboo. we also got to decorate a fence, and on the last day of building they asked If we couldn't do some stuff at the stage too. It was fun. The first day I was rather confused and managed to get lost insige the festival grounds when I was supposed to go and get groceries. Then I found a Mexican grocery store that we never found again - that's what happend when you trust the Garmin! One of the days was super windy and we were told to get down from the towers (just be calm mum, we were in lifts + harness) and our food threatened to fly away as I prepared it.
The festival itself was mediocre, but halloween was a lot of fun. We got face paintings and walked around in 30-35 degree heat with the sticky paint, and half done costumes - it was way to hot to wear anything covering. When we got the face painting we also came across a really cool buss, take a look at it in the picture gallery (it's especially for dad and Johannas Jan) We also had a pumpkin, so Dana and I were very serious in our deed while we got good advice from Gerard and his girlfriend, Linda. I must say that I am most satisfied with the result.
On the day after halloween Dana and I went on a trip to see the surroundings and drove down to a place called salvation mountain. A crazy man setteled in the middle of the dessert 25 years ago and started plastering and painting the mountain. "Follow the yelloy brick road", he said, " follow the yellow brick road!" It was crazy.
On the way home we passed by a place that looked soo much like the café in th movie Bagdad Café. Its in the middle of nowhere on the way to the Mexican border and it just looked soo lonely. we stopped to see it properly, and to get a drink, but unfortunately it had met its fate and no longer operated.
The last concert ended about eleven on sunday night, and we begain the strike an hour later. We worked all night and saw the sun rise from our elevated positions in the towers. As we were a few people short, I and another excited member of the crew learnt how to operate a boom lift ( http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skylift ). For instructions Dana basically told us: "Look at the pictures" be careful with the grass. When we got these instrucions it was still pitch black. Anyhow, we had great fun and soon learnt how to operate it. We didn't even smash more yhen two or so light bulbs!
The fact of the week: The area around, and in Indio, is the biggest producer of dates in the United States, and for some types of dates this is the world-leading producer. consequently we had loads of dates and we also all had date shakes. that is date paste, mixed with ice cream. In a way it was good, especially after we diluted it.
The learning of the week: Never trust a grass lawn in a dessert! The grass may be all nice and pleassant at day, but it gets terribly cold and humid as soon as the sun sets. More importently yet: it's an extreme waste of water to keep any plants but cactus and palms in a dessert!
The recepie of the week: Quinoa-porridge
Roast some nuts in a saucepan, and add pre-cooked quinoa, milk and fruits (bananas are great). Let cook for a minute or two, till it looks like a porridge. Spice with zinnamon and cloves or cardemum. Then eat. If you are american: cover it in honney or suggar.