A Local Festival

The marching ‘girls’ had hit the streets the day before, but it was the people carrying complicated paper constructions that lured me to the local temple.

The scene at the temple was overwhelming.

There were 12 large tables covered with food, paper decorations and flowers, and beside each table stood a dead pig, and in many cases a dead goat too!

I was told it was in honour of their ancestors and only occurs once every 6 years. There were people everywhere; people decorating tables, people preparing the temple, people applying makeup on the opera stage, people applying makeup to the pigs and goats, people gossiping, gawping and comparing the offerings.

It was spectacular.