Tribal Journeys

Now that four important things have converged, namely my laptop, camera, camera cord, and wireless internet, I am capable of posting some pictures from Canada and Western Washington. (Not the college. I've just been reading a lot of Jonathan Swift lately, and he likes to capitalize things. So I fight the urge, but sometimes I lose.)

This is the group waiting for Christine to park the car, so we can go into the museum. From left: Janelle, Jens (Yents) Jens, Hans-ole, Sara, Pipaluk, and Lars.  Meghann must have wandered off to look at something at this point.

Yeah!! Three dollar breakfast. This was still in Vancouver.

During one of the dances, some girls came looking for partners, so we pointed at Hans-ole, and she drug him out onto the floor. So, like the mature people we are, we laughed at him, and giggled a lot.

And, just for a close up, the adorable Hans-ole. He doesn't speak English, so we pantomimed a lot of stuff.

Jens and Jens waiting for the bus at like 1:30 in the morning. Jens in the back has pulled all his hair over his face, then put his sunglasses back on.

And from behind, Jens climbs a tree at Stanley park. I hear they don't have trees in Ummanaq either.

Janelle, sitting in a funny, funny hand chair.

Sara, trying to pack her bags. It was an adventure in itself.