Kedra and I took a bus ride into the middle of nowhere. Early stops at modern markets where Toyotas dropped off travelers gave way to tin shack stands selling fruit and "fast food or takeaway." By the time the condensation had evaporated from the windows, the world outside had become rolling hills, yellow grass, and sparse, spiky trees as far as the eye could see. The hills flattened. An occassional ostrich could be seen along the roadside, as well as more common animals such as cows and donkeys. Stops became less frequent and little more than a patch of dirt alongside the paved highway. I wondered where the people who awaited the bus had come from... and where those who got off were going.
Finally, the bus arrived in Ghanzi, about 20 minutes from D'Kar, where the Naro song workshop will be conducted.
The choir performed for Kedra and I in the evening, a private concert of many of the songs they would like to record for their new CD/tape. They seem to be well-rehearsed and the music is beautiful. Our schedule for the recording is ambitious: the choir wants to record 25 songs and have a master disc and tape by Saturday afternoon. This gives us four days. And, only a few hours in the evening each day, because most of the choir members have jobs during the day.
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