Sweden adventures #4
- dancing sweden
Saturday.
It’s change-over day in Herrang. Most people are leaving today, and new people are arriving to take part in week five. It is hot, and I walk to the beach for a bit. There are only a few people here, and it’s nice and quiet compared to the camp area.
I walk back to the camp, hang out in front of the Ice Cream Parlour, and make new friends. Exhausted from this, I go back to my tent, read, take a nap, and start getting ready for the evening.
Some heavy showers are passing through. I check my tent but it’s holding up ok. My new fancy mat is quite large, and it will be difficult to orient it in the tent so that neither head nor feet will touch the tent skin.
Every night at Herrang, there is a daily meeting. This is part entertainment with dancing and singing performances, part education with historic film clips from old dance movies and interviews and discussions with some of the original dancers from that time who get invited to Herrang every year, and part administrative announcements. People start queueing for this meeting half an hour before it starts so they’ll get good seats. Not everyone fits into the ballroom where it is shown, so it gets live broadcasted to other areas: the bar, the dance barn, and the library.
I see someone at the meeting I met four years ago, and haven’t seen since. Florian and I have a mutual acquaintance in Berlin, so I have heard of him occasionally. In fact, this was him: click.
After the daily meeting, I go back to my tent, have some snacks and put on some make up to make up for not putting any effort into what I’m wearing. I slept in these clothes last night.
At the dance, I am very pleased to find a dance floor where they are playing blues music. However, the main event certainly is lindy hop. I stopped taking lindy classes years ago when I became more interested in balboa and blues. I’d describe my lindy as solid and uninspired, my blues as awkward and variable, and my balboa as carefree and relaxed.
I’m quite awake at 2 am in the morning, not having done anything all day. I’m on the look-out for other balboa dancers but the music isn’t really suitable for balboa anyway. I leave at 3.30 am, it’s already getting light outside.
It’s change-over day in Herrang. Most people are leaving today, and new people are arriving to take part in week five. It is hot, and I walk to the beach for a bit. There are only a few people here, and it’s nice and quiet compared to the camp area.
I walk back to the camp, hang out in front of the Ice Cream Parlour, and make new friends. Exhausted from this, I go back to my tent, read, take a nap, and start getting ready for the evening.
Some heavy showers are passing through. I check my tent but it’s holding up ok. My new fancy mat is quite large, and it will be difficult to orient it in the tent so that neither head nor feet will touch the tent skin.
Every night at Herrang, there is a daily meeting. This is part entertainment with dancing and singing performances, part education with historic film clips from old dance movies and interviews and discussions with some of the original dancers from that time who get invited to Herrang every year, and part administrative announcements. People start queueing for this meeting half an hour before it starts so they’ll get good seats. Not everyone fits into the ballroom where it is shown, so it gets live broadcasted to other areas: the bar, the dance barn, and the library.
I see someone at the meeting I met four years ago, and haven’t seen since. Florian and I have a mutual acquaintance in Berlin, so I have heard of him occasionally. In fact, this was him: click.
After the daily meeting, I go back to my tent, have some snacks and put on some make up to make up for not putting any effort into what I’m wearing. I slept in these clothes last night.
At the dance, I am very pleased to find a dance floor where they are playing blues music. However, the main event certainly is lindy hop. I stopped taking lindy classes years ago when I became more interested in balboa and blues. I’d describe my lindy as solid and uninspired, my blues as awkward and variable, and my balboa as carefree and relaxed.
I’m quite awake at 2 am in the morning, not having done anything all day. I’m on the look-out for other balboa dancers but the music isn’t really suitable for balboa anyway. I leave at 3.30 am, it’s already getting light outside.