Being the
first, it definitely had teething problems. We flew off very early in the
morning and on arrival, we were whisked off by bus to the site, only to find
that they were still digging the latrines:- very
primitive affairs with hessian surrounds. They were not finished when we
arrived, so bladders had to wait. Upon approaching such an erection, one had to
say 'knock, knock', to find out if it was in use.
By lunch
time, after a rehearsal, we were famished, only to find no one had bothered to
feed us. At the last minute the army stepped in and produced a marvellous
barbecue.
As we had the
afternoon off before the concert, we were promised for those who wanted, a trip
down to the nearest town for a special horse racing carnival. Well, at the
appointed time there was no bus, so we waited and waited until finally, again,
the army came to the rescue with their bus. As we got off the bus at the
destination, we were just in time to see the last horse past the post in the
last race of the day. So after half an hour or so of walking around, we all got
back on the bus to return to the venue.
I used my
binoculars on the audience and found two young girls with rodeo hats and a
tiara on top, this was superb for me as a joke.
After the
concert we had to quickly change from concert dress to ordinary dress to
get the bus out to the airport to catch the plane back to
